Grasping at a handful of air
Looking for fresh freedom
What's the matter
Nothing but matter
Matters not at all
If I cannot love
I must live
If I die to feel alive again
Chasing a dream
Bittersweet journey
Dust on my feet
Sun on my back
Musty charade a past life
No coffin better than the gutter
No bed but the road
Past my limit
Beyond safety
Beyond reproach or return
And so far to go
600 miles
Or three thousand it might be
A plan to nowhere
A victim of the wind
Abandoning nothing
For one has everything and nothing at once
And redemption is miles away
State of mind
A state of being
Of leaving the state
Ne'er to come home
If that's what it ever was
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