Still talking to myself.
I dont care who hears or stares.
I nuts and I do not care.
I wish I could drive.
I would go here and there.
High road.
Low road.
As long as I have a route.
I dont have any self doubt.
Now I begin pout.
the only wheels I have is my bike.
Im off peddling fast
looks like I passed the exit
Desperate I ditch what I'm on
and I start to yawn
before I know it was dawn.
where did my time go?
That's right my head was not on tight.
Here I am again.
Talking to myself,
whom I am my only friend.
My trip is ending,
and I am home.
Bam.
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