Sittin at the crossroads wondering where home is on the roam. Not knowin which way to go the calm of the overlapped paths aren't alone. Met in the middle of nowhere givin comfort to a single place. Together n misplaced with limited visitation n fadin traces that seem to relate to who's come n gone as of yesterday. Left to right forwards doesn't resemble the image in the rearview so unstable. Rough terrain jus eased into this moment subtle enough to relax the nerves unable to enable the unseasonable stay unstable. Set a drift on a dirt road windin in undyin time rollin into runnin outta pavements gravel broken down beyond the rubbles passin.
Blowin by is the breezes push refusin to be motionless wantin to be free with the basic needs. As peaceful as dreams captured by the visual effect of life haltin to see it itself breathe upon the movement of the trees leaves. In the middle of nowhere with dirt beneath the feet seconds slow yet never to spare a moment of fresh air. Watching self's own life story front and center torn to the tare at the x of passage sitting without a care and trampled on as it's back is bared. Which way to go isn't a question needed to be asked as the answer is wherever one is is the task of finding use without the past. In mid stance alive and beside what life has to offer that's been stashed beneath the thoughts that are overlooked for the cast playing the part is merely a blade in the grass.
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