Let’s run away tomorrow
and live in a yurt
Many nights entwined and
days spent in the dirt
On a farm growing flowers,
spinach, and fruits
We’d entertain each other;
always in cahoots
Let’s fly away next weekend
and stay in hotels
Impulses pulse together
we run like gazelles
With capes flowing behind us
to find the next thrill
A twenty hour chapel
and headaches that kill
Let’s drive away in July
and camp under stars
With backpacks and gas lamps
finding all that’s ours
Traipsing aimlessly about
Searching out fossils
Making shit up like we are
the goddamned apostles
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