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Drive
Ever onward
exhaling like clouds
sodden in their disposition—
downtrodden,
for the earth is just out of reach

We live as lies
flowing from afar
into deserts, destitute—
too desolate to remember
what water even was

Please don’t hold this against me—
I can’t remember where we came from,
or where we’re going
but I’ll keep on driving
ever onward
hoping
dreaming
someday, this desert will live
and our feet will finally touch the earth.