Palm to Palm, pray your
frantic mind escapes the
-HonK! hONk! HONK! -
traffic jam honky tonk.
Toes scoff on pedals,
imagine toes mingling
in far-off meadows,
And diamond beaches.
Where there are
no breaches
of calm tranquility,
No potted asphalt.
No speed bumps
on daydreams.
Just a steady flow
of imagination.
So eyes close,
let go the wheel,
and cruise.
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