To My Muse...(Part V)
Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated. ~ Jean Baudrillard
In this strange car
We're driving slow
I want to get out of this driving seat
And take the passenger's
Will you let me?
When we reach there
We won' t be able to run
Or walk
Or stand still
We'll lose our footings
But we won't fall
We'll fly high.
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