Is it weird to think
that the main thing
that holds my life together
is metal, and plastic
and rubber, and grease
and bits of decorative fake leather
Is it weird to say
that my soul is simply
a colloid of sun and sea
and breezes blown through trees
Is it weird to know
that my heartbeats so
because of the energy
it devours from wandering free
across the great wide world
I cannot wait to see
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