It is not something that goes away
It leave marks
Cars
That run without a clear direction
But running still
With all abstraction
Where what does matter
It is that you take possesion
Of all that today and now can be
And the happiness from the past
Suddenly turn into memories
That you make alive
A perpetual fire
Where the conquest is not the destination
But the journey that brought you there
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