Hitching a slow ride to nowhere
Beneath a misty sky;
I’m watching from my quiet post
As the green world slips by.
Sometimes I long to leave this perch,
To roam the living land,
But such is not your plan for me
And I trust in your plan.
So I will stay where I am perched,
It's what I want to do.
I’ve come to love this trip nowhere…
It has a lovely view.
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