The Ride: blues stanza

Fasten your seat belts, we’re off for a ride.
All of us living, together we ride.
Like it or not, you don’t get to decide.

Maybe we’ll travel and learn to be friends.
Could be the mileage will make us all friends.
The long journey on which the future depends.

There’s just no telling what’s coming up next.
No map for showing us what could be next.
Won’t know for certain just what to expect.

Got no direction, we just need to drive.
Direction don’t matter, just head out the drive.
We’ve got to move if we want to survive.

Hit the ignition and lay on the gas.
Just turn the key and press down on the gas.
If we make it through Memphis, we’ll be free at last.

Fasten your seat belts and turn up the sound.
Travel is better when you float on sound.
We’d best get moving, or end underground.

Maybe we’ll travel and learn something new.
See something different and learn something new.
We stick together, we might make it through.

21 APR 2025

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