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Eyes wide awake without thought of question,

the wheel drawing me closer to my destination.

Primus and Hip help pass the time ,

making lack of contact perfectly fine.

The landscape shoots past in a greenish blur,

animals resting in their homes warm in their fur.

My watch miles away, but safer than I,

to deny this simple fact would be a lie.

A sign of words and lights draws near,

putting unwanted commercialization in an unspoiled atmosphere.



Why do we feel that we have control?

when there is so much that remains unknown.



A peace of urbanization in the most rural of places,

passing a place where some one I know is making faces.

Scenery never cease to amaze,

yet some ignore it as if in a daze.

Suns reflection of the softly melting snow,

sparkling and shining as if with its own glow.

85 kilometers from the place I’ll be dropped,

a river flows below as if it never stopped.

Trees are naked, striped by the winter breeze,

evergreens stand not to fall with that amount of ease.

The screen draws dreary without its most enlightening player,

even without it, the world remains fair.