From
dirt roads
to train tracks
deer in head lights
still blind afraid to see
blue
sky
orange
ho-
rizon
flames keep
me warm
is it not
nor-
mal
to be by
your-
self
when the sun
spends the whole
day alone
Strange
sen-
sation
walking on
con-
crete
the
old man
said
he said
with the
death of the
past
you
may
never
feel
your
feet
again
White shoes
who could
be
con-
fused
how long
have you
used
some-
one
else's
way
of
thinkin
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