Just a few words on a string

There is a man who wears a tweed jacket.

His steps are heavy and his hair's cut light.

He's really going nowhere, it's plain to see that,

But in his mind his has somewhere to be,

So he goes

goes

goes

For always until he gets there.

I love this road, it looks so magical. Image found here. 

another thought

Just some words springing to mind on a summer drive to somewhere more important than the most beautiful feeling...

oh,

and i saw a butterfly for just a while.

she was free and flighting as we sat,

trapped inside plans already set in a motion towards town.

our wheels spun and we listened to some summer liquid gold.

i couldn't help feeling like i wanted to be somewhere else,

closer to that feeling inside the song.

but i loved the moment.

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