NJ Turnpike
East coast drivin', never changing . . . smoke stacks and industry . . . sulfur and sweat. Clouds create the unnatural rain falling north to south . . . I'm stuck in the middle trying to get out . . .
Venture the entire expanse of state for release . . . blue signed freedom. Escape out of prison for the day . . . thoughts are secondary for now. Overcast suits the capsule fine for the ride, sonic adventures await . . .
Classroom on wheels . . . gazing out toward the countryside with eyes . . . mind on higher vacation spots that arise from the ashes of highway under burned rubber and by-products.
The setting sun determines the destination . . . lessons deposited deep behind the optics. Conscious blundering set aside for silent motion pictures staged out of doors . . . heaven one mile marker away . . .
Venture the entire expanse of state for release . . . blue signed freedom. Escape out of prison for the day . . . thoughts are secondary for now. Overcast suits the capsule fine for the ride, sonic adventures await . . .
Classroom on wheels . . . gazing out toward the countryside with eyes . . . mind on higher vacation spots that arise from the ashes of highway under burned rubber and by-products.
The setting sun determines the destination . . . lessons deposited deep behind the optics. Conscious blundering set aside for silent motion pictures staged out of doors . . . heaven one mile marker away . . .
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