How I long to let this music blare
let down my hair- on my way.
The hours they pass- but moments they last,
every minute closer, leads to a fragment more of anxiety- pure blissful anxiety
The scenerios embrace my thoughts, race through them, and allow them to run wild
As wild as I'd like to be
Wrapped, euphoric, the sheets entangle us.
The rush feels like the cool autumn breeze
So intimate- so foreign, yet so lovely
The wide open road leads to endless possibilities
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