Off The Road Thirty Miles

Of course I’m not where you’re looking

Existence void to you

Broadcasting out without your ears

Sadly what I’ve always feared

Chances virtually impossible

It’s life so it’ll deal with it with turning away 

Seems to be a constant

Imagine searching for heights

Attached to the ground

Best time to stay awake

Write my fears and greats

Galaxies apart and don’t even know

Sadly how it is.

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