D Ξ S Ξ Γ T ••• T Γ Δ Ι L S

Smokin’ up desert trails

Dust clouds drift across remote earth

Lawless lanes merge then diverge

Speed limited by what you think it’s worth

Mark your own path here in the desert

Or lose sight in whose dust you follow

Go your own way; pursue your dream

Don’t wind up part of the machine

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  1. Succinctly said. Unfortunately I think we unknowingly become part of the machine and then it’s too late!

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