check breaths, plumb depths, heave chests,
treble clefs
down and down we go
no applause to our private soundtrack
just a lonely instrument
the rain
whispering whispers
the mountain is my backpack
the sky is my pocket
the road my belt
the throttle, my emptiness
i know this life is the truth
because i wish it was a dream
keep on moving
don't stop
never stop,
never ever stop
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