Blessed highway
My legs are wheels
Nothing stops me
The road gives me plenty
The rains come despite the sky
They form rivers along and through the tarmac
I go from driving through
To floating along out of control
The dark blues in the asphalt speak to my spirit
The rain intensifies I flow out of myself
I'm soaking into the road
No longer a destination
I'm being absorbed
This way is best
Movement runs through me
I claim back my soul
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