The freedom to move, the freedom to speak… the breath-taking
views, which make you weak…
To travel the world, with no destination… to explore the
unknown, hidden in every nation…
To go beyond the roots, the face of the earth… to find your
existence, to find your worth…
To look at the world, a new set of eyes… looks deep inside,
deeper into the lies…
There’s no tomorrow, its only today… don’t be ashamed, to be
happy and gay…
Top of the mountains, deep into the seas… above all the
needs, of today’s wine & cheese…
Falling free, above the clouds… against the gravity, against
the crowds…
There aint no past, aint future… it’s present that we have,
the present that we nurture…
The daily grind, the daily chores… lets runaway together,
break open the doors…
Let’s walk a mile,
lets travel a million… you be the rider I be the pillion, I be the rider u be
the pillion…
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