Sisters in shiny green and pink
Sat behind happily, seeing nothing
Nothing, of the long road
Stretching beyond all expectations;
I could drive miles with them in sight
Peace overcoming all myths
Of fashions and modernism
Passing on the values, that mattered little;
If a good journey ended well
If a dot went around as a circle
Or was dragged, leaving no trace
And straight with no retract;
It is not fair, to be ill, and think ill
I may work hard, abound in good
Does it really matter?
When you have hungry people?
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