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You stare at your thousand dollar screen
I gaze into abysses of oceans azure and forests untamed
The sea spray and mountain mist engulfing my beard and body
The blazing sun caressing my face and forehead
You hop between glass and concrete temples radiating air conditioning
I hop from muddy banks to raggedy rocks
Bathed in frost, grime and sweat eclipsed by the mighty mountains
You dream of riding around town in a convertible with your booming bass blasting
I long for riding in the back of a lorry lined with sacks and hay
Sun tanned, throat parched, thirst for the rustic countryside partly quenched
You sip your pumpkin spiced latte, worried about your Gap shirt getting crumpled
I sip my roadside chai, beaming as its warmth envelops my toes in tattered shoes
Embracing me from within, holding me close in cahoots with the pouring rain
The earthen scent rising up and taking over my senses
The amber liquid caresses and cleanses
But we are not so different, you and I
Just wayfaring strangers trying to make the most of our existences
Escaping within otherworldly distractions and diligences
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