Freeskating in Miles City

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I head across the river and say
“Nothing will take you away”
I look long and hard
Nothing coming up my yard
The year is 2040 after I met a shorty
I’m late into my 40’s, but I’m feeling great
The landscape is picturesque with the Yellowstone current
Over precious stones overheard on telephones
She says her favorite season is the spring, flowers blossoming
Across the grass; I’m pondering a different thing
The temperature is heightened, the fruits are ripened
Could it possibly be the universe is listening
Big skies help people get by and live like they’re free
Just look up if you concede you truly will succeed
Never mind the signs of riptide, we’ll find a way to enshrine
Our new beliefs, yeah
She’s in love with my mind – I often wonder why
‘Cause I exhausted all my thoughts, the colors won’t come off
It’s like I’m spongy soft, head in the catacombs
Ideas no longer bubble up and turn into a froth
Indoors I’m more productive, intended to function
With chores I’m an adjunction erasing my list
But outdoors I’m Paul Bunyan, and free like the canyon
I’m sure the two can coexist, ugh yeah
So say good riddance to all your antitheses
Blow your plans to smithereens, and plan differently
Who’s the exuberant ruler in Superman’s history
To me it’s mystery
I head across the river and say
“Nothing will take you away”
I look long and hard
Nothing coming up my yard
Now my brain flows after the river
But make no mistake – I’ve been captured and delivered
If this is really fate I have a lot of stacks to get rid of
Turn the pain into rapture – I am the Giver
Feel the breezes on my coat, under siege by a
Seed so mythical - it reads as a jealousy
That I quickly wrote, but I disagree when
Kissing under the mistletoe. It’s summery
As one could see how I’ve been devoted
In my dungarees wondering if I’m home
None could be luxury or they’re cynical
Perfunctory drudgery isn’t miserable
Yellow stars, purple hearts as we run along the fields
I still wish people wouldn’t use their tongues as shields
If I’m the only one who can appeal, then that’s fine
‘Cause arguments were just some of my oldest pastimes
Clouds swirling in the whirlwind – bear witness
To the bear witness, the land unfinished
The stairs infinite, the hand not gripping
Prevailed this mission: advanced diffidence
It’s never too late to up and escape, so why cut to the chase
If this is nothing but fate inside a dungeon of hate
We’ll take a punch to the face for no benefit in life
Now plunge through the grates
I head across the river and say
“Nothing will take you away”
I look long and hard
Nothing coming up my yard

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