Travel On

in the wind, pedals blow
branches sway
feelings grow
in a world where no one sees
what goes on
behind the trees
screaming laughter tears the sky
you're left there
to wonder why
they're looking down
reading your mind
because they know
it's almost time
so travel on
follow the road
the gravel ripping at your souls
but don't look back or the city will burn
come back to us and share what you've learned





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