You never know
what tomorrow brings
When flying without
flying wings
Cruising dreams held up by lady luck
I often think of pickup trucks
and how they drive eternity
Some love around the merry-go-round
traveling hard toward destiny
Perhaps the thing impossible
is really the face of mutable
in some version of the bull
that runs the street
Running wild is quite a feat
if traveling on a pair of feet
tired by the grind of yesterday
So think of all your runs in life
Choose the ones that moves the light
and don't forget to kiss yourself good night
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