The road is my home, my home the road, I love your curves, your smooth rides, your meandering coasts, the passing bubbles of air, my hair splashes on my face and I smell you, thousands of miles I can see and ten thousand more I envision, vision and season, seasons of visions, colours of darkness, darkness of light, green clouds and pink sky, purple rain and blue trees, red water and fluorescent humans, no I ain't imagining, it is the passing colours that changes its shades, dreams are real and reality a dream, life a screen and I the drama queen! a dharma bum some hum and hymns you hear merging with sounds of the the passing passerby, as I pack my rucksack again, it is time to move on!
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