Numbers

Numbers

 

Driving between mountains

Rain on the windscreen

Past a hundred tiny houses

Full of secret lives

 

Walking through trees hundreds of years old

Across a bridge built by a dozen people
I will never know

Below us, water flowing down through forest

No foot has touched in decades

 

Breathing in the cold air

It fills my lungs

I remember when

I wanted to change the world

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