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“Aimless Traveler”
Aimless traveler
you go where the wind takes you
But in this subterranean tunnel
There is no breeze
At least not of the natural variety
Head bobbing
Body swaying
You’ve merged with your mode
Focus on you, as you always do, shows the aftershocks of land turbulence
Aimless traveler
You sit distracted
So as to lull away the monotony
This journey taken
Thousands of times
So you play mind games
With yourself
So as to cope
For there is no hope to speak of
Aimless traveler you continue towards never-never land
As landmarks, pockmarks, and loan sharks all go unnoticed
You’re too busy, much too dizzy to direct your attention
On anything specific
Aimless traveler
You sit compelled to do nothing
but sit and do nothing
A wastage of time which you’ve long since accepted
For there really is no other way
You sway back and forth aimless traveler
Collecting your aimless jollies from your aimless travels
But you refuse to live any other way
And so your passport remains empty
And so your passport remains
And so your passport
And so
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