Search for me in unanswered ponies.
Call and listen to wind floating.
For I have never let it out yet,
Unsurfaced.
Wasted highways of uncharted lands
Lasting like lost favors in a long line
Cause I’m a favor;
Restless
It exists to thyself
And the game’s been answered.
A rule you’re a part of.
Tremble on.
South of the river
Highway stoned look
In a sea of open windows
Jubilation.