Going the Distance

A group of  fools spinning round in a toilet bowl.

Lost with them all in a black hole.

No worry and no hurry,

we're headed into the abyss for a euphoric reason.

Inhale the trees

and exhale a refreshing breeze.

Moments are the fabric of memories

opportunities not to be missed but seized.

we make them for a purpose of future nostalgia.

I wouldn't want to go the distance without ya.


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