Harmonies, guitar strums,
Bass drum in my ear.
Eyelashes, illuminated
by the sunset to my left.
by the sunset to my left.
Wind howls past,
A lonely truck rumbles by,
Leaving a trailing plume of dust
In its trail
And in my hair.
Leaving a trailing plume of dust
In its trail
And in my hair.
Lines of trees stretch to the horizon,
And clumps of yellow, withered grass
Cover the hills
Like a thick blanket.
Cover the hills
Like a thick blanket.
No wifi,
The map is wholly blank.
The map is wholly blank.
Just me,
My music,
My music,
And miles upon miles
Of untouched land.
Of untouched land.