Driving Space

Calling from the distant mountains
Out of time and mood and place;
Where the worth needs no accountants,
Filled with trust, and driving space

Don’t believe the idle chatter;
Let the rumor-mongers go —
Never mind what doesn’t matter,
Drive past where you’re loth to go

Falling down among the shadows
There where summer lies in state,
There are voices in the meadows
Telling you you’re doing great

Driving space and bending passion –
This, the day, and now, the need:
Don’t be slaves to crowds or fashion,
Life is yours, you have been

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