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Without Destination

He rides around in the silk blackness of night.

Up and down the drives of worn out dirt roads.

Listening to the grinding his tyres make.

And he revels in the loneliness it creates.

His wheels grind deeply against each and every rock.

His life is filled with sound

The city is filled with sound

His mind is white noise

But out here where the wind sings slowly

He is endowed time to breathe

And drive without a reason or purpose

Because sometimes you have to go nowhere

To get to the place you never imagined

Was your destination