Mind drifting.
Somewhere else.
Where I'm not. But I'd rather be.
Slow.
Fast.
You blink. It takes time.
You give in.
Head relaxed.
And the tree is staring back at you.
Twirl.
Your mind drifts again.
New ride.
It's a beautiful tree.
No traps this time.
What's in is what's out.
And twirl.
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