hand on the wheel,eyes on the road,
i take the quiet drive home;
brake lights reflect
like fire on my eyes
and drown in my thoughts:
80 on the gauge
1:30 on the clock
3 unread messages on my phone;
the pavement groans
as i go along,
life is one long trip
passing me by
it's a blessing and a curse,
this,
being alone.
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