They are all a blur
When longsighted fantasies
Never focus on day to day
And the steady hiss
Of paved over rivers
Calls me through
A riptide current
From the soul
It’s amazing how the miles
Eat holes in the soles
Of the fee of a man knows
Should be dragging
But even hot asphalt
Reflects the blue of the sky
When you look far enough ahead
Of yourself
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