Transportation peace Being at peace when the rusty screws in your head are always turning and the sticky medicine yearns for your release Is a conundrum that has me learning This soul capsule we reside in can easily enter automatic distress I try to center myself to find the calm within And learn to unlock inadequate brain power refined by a glut of addresses We are enough even when the brakes don’t pedal and life moves in an eternal rush In times like these I remember all the medals that have accelerated my drive so my worried mind can hush We are more than the trauma of our crashes No amount of allergy rashes could make me want to return to the ashes
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