Our lives rush toward us
outside our windshields;
we can't wait for this time to pass.
Then, when we pass it,
we see life isn't more special up the road--
just more of the same.
We realize we make the ride special now.
But, it's too late,
because we see everything rush past
in our rear view mirrors,
as shadows of power lines run across the pavement,
resembling curved skid marks.
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Ooohh I like this one.
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