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34 As we travel
down the road
do we come
to a sudden stop?
The journey is
only part way over
I await it
and think
of what
I'm expecting
of where
it will stop
a predictable journey
but no certainty at all
no certainty at all
of its exact outcome
watching the country side
as we move along
the birds, animals
and trees
moving slowly
and we're not stopping yet
moving ever so slowly
seeing all the places
of the people I may never know
there may even be people
I'll meet one
unexpected day
a predictable journey
and the rain comes right on down.
All so slowly
ever so dreary
and such a long
period of time
till we get there
the car won't even come to its longer stop
and no there is no hurry
no sense of urgency
so slow
ever so dreary
and I feel the need to sleep
coming my way
knowing for certain
when I wake up
we'll be exactly
were we need to be
now, ever so slowly
drifting off... I'm off to sleep
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