Headlights
Headlights: a neverending stream.
Wonder, what does this highway mean?
Each one with its own plan and dream,
Identical they flow.
Headlights, enveloped in the sea.
Wonder, what will become of me?
I seem one of infinity,
And none see where I go.
In endless lines upon the road,
Each to a family of her own;
If one had not a place called home,
Then who would even know?
Headlights: so many traveling.
Wonder, who else is wondering?
Surrounded by souls sharing the same thing,
Yet all remain alone.
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