When Rebels Hit the Road

I skyrocket my falling jet engine like stones to the Earth

I fly in the infinite and juice the seldom to make many

I zipline into the graveyard where my past is buried and perform black magic for the future


You come along with me, guiding me to distant lands

You swear and hit the bucket with every last dime of your winnings

You carry the load of what we built on your bare back


It is sometimes in the interest of inventiveness to betray the fickle thought

It is a lost battle to dig up what is not even on this side of the Earth

Better to travel around it

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