PROBABLY BUILT IN THE FIFTIES

I might be moving to the east
To part my ways
And I will try to get something
I don't have yet
If I do, I will look at it
For days and days
Untill I will never forget

I have heard this mental search
Has made them all
Take a look along the border
Having the urge
For their minds
To be lifted
To something new
I'm running to meet
My higher self

I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
To run anymore

Miles and miles I run

I hear my feet
And I hear myself breathe
Heavily

I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
To run anymore

Miles and miles I run

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