Some are chasing the money n others are running from a life that ended too soon... Unwilling to feel n lost in a memory that's digs into the past's truth... Rolling on down the road attempting to free the mind... As the rubber meets the asphalt needing a different type of life... Some have homes n others haven't the feel left in their hearts... Distancing self from the pain as the roads tend to give comfort to an end so harsh... With the spinning of thoughts stopped off hear n there... Pieces they hope to replace from time to time so emotion can remember what it's like to play fair... Lost n looking for something not found as of yet... Off too an unknown destination tgat creates that thumping in the chest... Although it's most likely that normal will become a home on wheels... Prolly never once reasoning to ever being healed... Some have an escape that helps the long haul settle the nerve... N then there's the ones who haven't a sigh of worth... Following the signs that lead them I to a bigger bank... As self has turned inwards n is relying on no other than a solo act trying to soft witch the fade... Living in tones on tongues that winner of what happened to such n such... All the while loosening to the winding of backroads wrapping moutain sides as beautiful like fingers in the skin so flush... Some like the alone time n others dwell in it's cure... Slowly adapting to the lines that separate lanes traveled so safety is secured... Finding a sense of peace resurrecting who once felt so fuckin alive... Wandering from city to city n small towns dreaming of the day the foot stomps on the brake to setlle with life...
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