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The open road is not seductive now.
It's merely tedious and in the way.
There have been times (I'm no longer sure how)
I loved to watch the scene, but now I stay
Focused on the drive. I do not mean
I hate the road, but merely that I find
The colors and the grandeur of the scene
Have almost imperceptibly declined
Until I glance, enjoy, and so am through:
I have no need for more of it than that.
Indeed, too much can simply be too too
And make the place in retrospect seem flat.
A little road time goes a long way toward
Filling my interest - and then I'm bored.