Ticket 2 Ride

Not today, maybe never

We travel separately

The wind tries to be clever

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Naughtily, hiking the woman’s dress

Mission accomplished, then moving on

Unfruitful resistance, acquiesce

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A gale needs little embellish

Particles become shrapnel

Stinging, hot and hellish

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Trees sway before touching down

A deadly, sucking breath

Rearranging the town

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The wind only takes

Avoiding the sails

Acting as gravity’s brakes

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Give the compass a spin

Feeling lucky, place your bet

Let the journey begin

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Never turn away

Plant your feet

A squall is just foreplay

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A breeze is not to be trusted

Metastasizing with frightening speed

Destruction fed, this wind shear is busted

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Black with other people’s lives

Earning a degree in debris

Where darkness thrives

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Record gusts at every turn

Fighting against sailcloth

At my back, powering my sojourn