He turned to the car inspired
another journey another gulp of life somewhere
not here
Off in that classic car the wind in his face
his second wheel rolling right next
me outer world looking in half curious
intangible
The Journey required a vehicle
one he was obsessed with
well if I could just fly off without having to follow a road
or even have to ride in a car
Yet his life was in a smile that spread after the names of makes and models
Mine was a constant grin the trembled less often over aging
He didn´t really have a destination but pressured the supporters to let him take off
He sped off that half a liter of blessing took him a few trillion miles
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