It travels along the bumps of my mind, to the curves of my body, to the hills of my heart.
The twists and turns are hardly smooth and it gives me a searing pleasure.
This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.
This ride takes me on pointless journeys through strong beautiful trees, to fields of dainty flowers and even over majestic mountains.
All are beautiful in their own way--but--the thorns on the dying flower or the giant scar on the bark of the tree or avalanche the mountain provides delays my journey.
This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.
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