The Road To Fresh Water
I sometimes think about all the wonders of the world
These thoughts leave us here alone together, curled
Does the sea spit sapphire blue?
Oh how I can't wait to find that to be true.
Either fourteen or twenty-one days
A map is a liar in some ways.
Waiting for the confusion to be over
and to be done feeling like a rover.
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