A silver fog seeps into the black
Like water snaking through a thirsty river bed
Blood red
And the gaping cracks in my soul are quenched
Mouths stretched open
Fighting for a meagre morsel
Life
Going for a ride in a runaway vehicle
Trapped in a body immobile
The city, the sea
Wherever its taking me
Not fussy
Though I should be...
Days become nights become years
I take the wheel
Vessels and vehicles
Going somewhere
Going nowhere
It's my where
Mud or dust
I've no time to admire the landscape
Not lost
Just making up for lost time
My time
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