driving down dusty highways, wiping the slate clean
passing waterfalls of past desires
sneaking a glance over the edge to see what awaits us
at the bottom of a canyon we'll all fall into
trying to get to the better things we're hoping for
but the roads are frozen
friction is necessary to get anywhere
we've been spinning our wheels for quite some time
laminating our ages so they won't change
following the grain in the wood and the tune in our heads
writing our history in pencil so we can change it later
looking at the world through this old lens
it's time for a new prescription
*dm
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