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Everywhere I look is an open road.

Whenever I travel, if for over a week
whether on foot or by thumb or by car, train, or plane
I remember the pull of technology's weak
and playing on computer's are a waste of my brain

A strange endless cycle I'm going to break
a trail of breadcrumbs to leave in my wake

Not hiatus, no, but other places to see
and things to do, and places to pee...