Under the spell of traveling againnTo see how I am all that remainsnAlways in the processnOf pain mistaking progressnnI drove alongside California skylinesnMoving on before there was time to think twicenThe stopping points I would findnMoving so fast, I could only question what was minennAnd if I ever came up with an answernThen it was the painful pieces ofnEverything ever asked of mennUp to the mountains through the Cascade RangenComing down in the hours through the plainsnNo other places between could show me anythingnBut they’re passing too fast to be seennnI miss the solid ground of a hometownnI can study to no end to find outnIts progress inside I needed to movenOh to move, what’s more, invisiblynInvisiblyn