When I'm on a bus, I can think
When I walk, I compose
There are moments in my life where all I need
is a little velocity.
Rolling effortlessly down a hill atop a bicycle
Riding in a car as it revs and accelerates, feeling
the wind take away sound and breath
With velocity comes a certain abandon and surrender
Life loses its definition, passing in blur, romantic
My heart jumps into imagination.
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