Train side plane side
car rides
I'd look ahead
but it's just someone else's backside
This is what it means
To be on your own
When the crowd pulsing around you
Leaves you knowing you're alone
I know where I'm going
But my mind's as lost as ever
Watching watercolor sceneries
As these places blur together
Sitting still on that seat
Still moving while I rest my feet
But no rest can ever come To those who know...
There's so much further yet to go.
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