It was difficult for human ten thousand years ago-
He had to walk to drugstore, to work, to zoo
He didn't know a bicycle, blindly believed in miracles
Because he didn't know all the value of a wheel,
A wheel
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Sun on the spokes
Blueness above the head
Wind in our faces
We are faster than the globe
Winds and miles
Running into the distance
You're pressing the pedal
Distance-distance-distance-distance...
Nowadays, in the whole white world everybody's traveling about:
Adults and children driving to work, to zoo
Driving to sauna and drugstore, driving to mother-in-law for lunch
What will happen to humans in ten thousand years?
Thousand years...
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