The future bleeds into me,
Outlined by white parallels,
Sudden turns, and predictable unknowns.
The past can keep its pace,
Catching me asleep at the wheel,
When I drive at night I can't see for miles;
I know how to get there, unsure of what to find.
All I know is that there's a home on ahead,
Further in the dark.
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