Driving down this familiar way. Here all distractions fade. So skillfully avoided in the fray, were the constant plagueing worries of my day.
With rain blurring the turns, like bad medicine- reality comes with a burn. Apathetic day dreams only make you loose your turn. When will I ever learn?
This drive is autopilot in my mind. Walking in the storm would bring solace of a kind. Music blarring avoiding preception's rewind. Engine reving, I'm another day behind.
Hands left with nothing but to grip the wheel. I dont have control- thats all I ever feel. The end decision is something so hard to unseal. The yellow center line-thats what is real.
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