Chase

He follows sunsets million miles away He goes where sky meets the landscape and the ocean His life means chasing for a passed day He wants to catch with his every motion He’ll never move his helmet anyway His soul will always be unrecognized He keeps on riding million miles away He wants to get over the horizon And now he’s almost much more close to aim He could not touch though he is over there His endless trip will always be in vain His every dream will melt it in the air
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