Speeding down the race track of this mind, not wanting to
stop now, having a great time.
Wandering throughout this interior universe, living through
senses as I travel at the speed of sound.
Always signaling intellect as I roam and take matters into
my own hands, washing tides accumulating on skylines of
intellect,
Wayfaring thoughts playing in outskirts of this knowledge
on tomorrow's shores.
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