the sounds of the city and roads are
everywhere
Don't look at where we're going.
It's a secret only few know.
The scents of aged pine trees lay on the floor around your feet
and you breathe in the moment,
blinded, lost, disoriented,
yet exhilarated.
Don't look at where we're going.
Don't ask me either; I couldn't tell you.
Just let your desires take your trust
and deliver you onto the other side.
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