Second Glance

Leaving it all behind,
I decide to start a new ride,
The new modified life,
Leaving all strife behind,
Satisfied with the change,
I ride outside my past range,
No limits or signs I spot,
Inches within past, I shot,
On the horizon I can sense,
Left are only second glance.

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