Busses strolling down the highway, keeping to schedules
given to them to arrive on time, people falling asleep,
children dreaming, parents with one eye open.
Keeping track of exactly where they're going, an exciting,
thrilling and energetic mind and intellect guiding spirits
down the roads of life.
Holding onto their beautiful routes as they travel across
the many miles of the U.S.A., a true journey of adventure,
an experience that will express the beauty of our nation.
Wonder and mystery taking everyone down rhythmic highways
of life, going home to lay down their heads and live the
rest of their lives in a state of spirituality, intellect's
positive moods creating a definition of home at last.
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