Am I here
No, in my mind
In my true self
I'm hundreds and hundreds of miles of asphalt away
Winter grey has set in
Blue skies are things to conjure up in my mind
And that's where I am
The sky is brilliant blue
Warm, but not hot
And I can feel the sun reacing thru my shirt
Thru my skin
Thru me
And I answer to no one
And I've got to be no where
And I drive on.
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