pale moon to our left,
headed south, chasing the weather.
why chase a concept?
seems that's all we do,
chasing love,
chasing knowledge,
chasing anything that can make us a name.
why do we need that name anyway?
your legacy's nothing more than an overpopulated concept.
orange lights bathe your face,
you gas it harder,
"i can't wait to get out of this place."
"why?"
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