Tombstones mark the interstate of a lifeless thought
A foreshadowed exit missed and forgotten
Followed by dark , unseen, unlit but there
The illuminated path ahead is a moment and nothing more
There's a passenger , an unfocused being giving directions with disregard
You listen and are at fault
Ignore and you are free, blind to the night and headed toward the horizon
Lost on the highway, alone and following the now
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