As I stare out my office window
I ponder when I should leave
The row of pines
Along the autobahn like speedway
Cars fly by
Raceway on my mind
Baseball, backyard picnics
A memory
I want to travel
New highways and byways
To see my new friend
We'll meet half-way
Where our hearts will mend
Just a few days
To get away
Solace for me
With my new pal
Penning together
My medicine
To prosper
To live, well
Just live
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