Your hair
Wild splayed
Across the center console.
We run
Over half
Of Texas
Gone
With hope.
I would sink myself
To save you.
To feel
Forever
Might exist.
Because we forget
That the only thing
Real
Is right now.
Everything else
Is imaginary.
But there is no tomorrow.
Never was.
Grasp what you need
What you want
Is only todays' decoy.
Be who we are.
Potential
And joy.
Hair
Splayed
Over
The center
Console.
Wind
Rushing by.
This
Is how
We
Fly.
Love now.
Abandon
All will
Ye who go
Here,
Where
Right now
Is
Most
Real.
Be brave
Enough
To feel.
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