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The highways traveled
I 35 or I 70, North bound or West
Ran the freeway till I could no longer run
Face myself, face my running life
Trusted once, but not again
Tried to find a human touch
But found, i ran from all potential
Grand Canyons and Aztec Pyramids
The fear I ran from, I now face
Just who am I?
Just what do I run from?
The ticking clock
Time does brun it's course
Am I blind,Or will I see
The life B4 me
Adventures yet unwritten
