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