Polka Dot Vista

Losing oneself to a polka dot vista of daydreams spanning centuries,
transforming into a cloud of smoke to dance around the brightest stars,
looking down at the golden deserts and snaking light dappled highways.
They are all driving so fast with the wind rushing through their hair,
hope found in heading towards the horizon in pursuit of the sunset,
moving as fast as they can as music crashes through in a crescendo.


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