you have no idea what all this time means
you keep it silent and buried in your sleeve
I haven't the slightest clue where it is you go
and what it is you do
All I know is it comes back to you
open fields and dirt roads
silent spaces
and mediocre views
a lot of waiting
do you know yet?
cause I don't.
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