I see the concrete with arrows and crows
picking my path with structured troubles.
With nothing to see at the end of the path
I walk forward, side to side, randomly on track.
I hear traffic speeding by the forest and the trees
each car taking away, a small stable part of me.
I drive now, speeding faster and faster.
Knowing I'm one city closer to my disaster.
The rain plunders, begging me to stay.
But I drive through.
To Californ-i-a.
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