Same as ever, it took a lot of pumps to get her going.
1984 was a long time ago.
Once in motion, we were on our way, doing what we do.
That drive is more arduous than it used to be.
Something about the hard work ahead
A combination of need and dread.
In that light, bristling white
I find a place that doesn’t hurt.
Charging in a dreamscape.
Having simple goals.
The playlist dictates tempo and heat
Some songs set you down,
No choice but to change.
You never want to stop.
Stopping means thinking.
Better to keep tempo and never let your mind catchup.
Only one is within your control.
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