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Im sorry officer,

I wasnt thinking; I felt like speeding

The open road looked like freedom

what happens now, much more than a fine

Every turn takes a toll

Where do you go when it all feels basic, way too

watered down, way too spacious…?

Yanked back from the imaginary bliss

i must be dreaming, but if I was the days wouldn’t be

Barely tolerable reasons for an end nowhere visible

Working makes you feel a little insane, deranged

Slap happy unhappiness,

I won’t let this world kill me, I’ll keep dreaming of

Open roads




Endless love