The road going by in the rear view,
The breeze breaking upon my helmet,
The engine thump knocking on my ears;
My eyes battling the dust,
Yet resting on the dance of the fields,
And the sight of the people passing,
Ones that'd never return;
Its the outer world
The feel changes
The view changes
But wherever I moved to
One place I was always in- My thoughts
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