The Whole Damn Ride
sitting back and riding on the special
watching people getting off and laugh
rythm of the seasons blurring memories
harder now to separate the chaff
Different times are adding to the menu
values changing views of town and fields
could have should have maybe changed the venue
changed my seat a time or two or more
everybody looks so damned familiar
try some days to really find a reason
why we ride and where the rails are for
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