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The world flys by
on a Saturday night
watching as dreams
merge in the summer heat wave
This will be a summer where
everyone
flys.
The smell of salty sand
and a gleaming glaze of gold
everyone flys towards the new destination
On the road
with no thoughts but
the next shower.
As free as a bird
who's scared and excited to fly
Do we own the road?
And travel
Or does the road own us
because we can't stand still?
We move to changing places
though fearful
to take away the longing
of the past.
The night is our shimmering black pool
to annoy with noise, change
and eyes.
Can we watch the night
until the day breaks us?
Change us.
