Rolling by with a rumbling thump
Not planning to stay the whole day
Down in the gravel bumpety bump
Like a crowd in a theatre foyer
In a simple state of being me
Moving slowly aimless ambling
Kidding myself that I was free
To walk on the wild side rambling
Over the high hills traveling far
Best foot forward contemplating
Setting sight on a whatever star
On the way mostly meditating
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