the car
broke down twenty miles west
of home.
so we never made it.
we were young.
we had nothing here to hold
us.
california here we come.
beaches and girls.
music
and free love. it was a dream
we wanted to hold.
but no.
the crankshaft fell to the road.
and we hitch hiked
back home.
where once nothing kept us
here, and we were free to roam,
now
everything keeps us in place,
because
we've grown tired and old.
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