My car is damaged, the road is wild, the world is pastoral, and I don’t know where I’m trying to get.. And although I sometimes wish I could go back home, the excitement of my journey is enough to keep me going forward. I’m not about to turn around after the hundreds of miles behind me. Sometimes I’m running on fumes, and yet I somehow manage to put even more distance behind myself and that amazes me.
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