And travel the air
Following the dust path you left me
Hansel style
Handsome smile
For what is distance but miles and minutes
Crossroads, booth tolls, potholes, inevitable
I'll get there and collect stories to tell
Under stars and hills I used to know so well
Drop anchor and bend grass under my weighted back
That has waited to rest, on your fresh linen chest
I've got letters, I've got directions, I've got to get there
Please don't shift in hesitation
Not even Dante's Inferno could keep me
My longing runs too deeply
Brazen battered battle arm limbs limp loosely to salvation
Please be patient
You're only 2,842 miles, and 2 days, six hours, and 12 seconds away
Away, away, a little bird said free your body to the wind
Let it carry you to him
Use those constellations as a guide
Twinkle twinkle refuses not to burn
For what is burning without desire
What is procrastination but tired
No matter how tired, I will no longer wait
I'll be with you when I master how to evaporate
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