we have walked and swam
we have biked and rode
in circles and over insane hills
we have come down like giddy passengers
falling into birth all dizzy and amused
purpose given to us a courier of lifes paste
You are a human fox
lost in the jungle of roads and cities
we have driven problematic cars
through tunnels and over mountains
trying to learn the secrets of our identities
on these confusing roads
all that glimmers
all that illudes
distracts us from the milk of life
food the utlimate metaphor for purpose
routine for road
chapter one was always supposed to be love though
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