Searching for a peace of mind.
Staring at the decay and gritty
Decent of old ruins of glamorous pride.
Hearing the engine rumble on.
Spellbound to the enduring highway.
Radio playing a song foregone.
Looking out to see a vast wasteland.
Desert of charcoal black.
Nothing living, nothing growing.
Demons we elected wanted to attack.
Fight all to bring back forgotten status.
Driving the stretch of this old road.
Searching for a peace of mind.
Staring out, watching it slowly erode.
Dancing sand winds covering the past.
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