WE TAKE MOMENTS
Too much to go : I look ahead.
How far to equilibrium, I should
have said. My car, it idles at an
old roadside turnout. I feel like
someone looking for a food platter
in a closed up restaurant. One hundred
thoughts are on my mind : I should
have brought a map before I go blind.
But I've noticed no one reads them
anymore, they just listen to someone
talking. Getting there, in the end,
I guess is solidly the game. I can't
explain; to say it's the journey and
not the destination is still
not quite the same.
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