The way things are
I am going far
I am taking a hike
On my bike
Going somewhere
Don't know where
Where to go
Where they won't say no
On the basis of belief
Belief is no relief
Here in my county
In my country
They believe we are fine
It's a matter of time
Before we implode
Things explode
I have got to hit the tar
Go away far
In my mind
On the rebound
I never run
I love my fun
My people
Looking through the peephole
Of our history
The mystery
But the way thus far
Wearing my scar
I need to leave
On my poetry bus i shall live
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