The ghost trail that leads to new territories.
I am shaken.
Aloof.
Yet again beneath long wretched highways. The pantomime screams of checkered flags. Wind caught in the appetite of a muddled earthly vestige.
My senses permeated,
my new wheels; Halted
Discouraged by the sight of forked roads
How to decide right was wrong?
Was it only until nothing was left?
When it was gone for good.
There's a long road ahead
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