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i've driven myself in the depth
of wilderness. There is but
trees and chirps of birds flyin'
high up above my head.
No smoke and clamor
of the caustic reality of life
it is serene, tranquil. Silent.
No music or sound of tech
but the art, the stroke
the prolific soul of beauty. Of nature.
is this just a fantasy
or virtual but soon will not be
for it'll fad. Should i say goodbye
now that i still can. Should i grab
my bike.
And leave to see reality
of my generation. Well
somehow i hate to.....