drive sad
down a today tunnel
that still stings from yesterday.
white lines
embrace the rolling road
and converge
into
a
vanishing point of hope.
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lights white above
define the shadows of substance
and converge
into
a
vanishing point of hope.
tunnels by definition
are
temporary.
tomorrow breaks open
and you back in the world;
make sure
to check the rearview mirror.
drive hope while sad
becomes a vanishing
vanishing
point...
gone.
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