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Nov 7
Life is just a roadtrip. A long one.
I imagine myself driving in a car.
Somewhere unknown.
Somewhere ambiguous.

The path is full of underground tunnels.
They come and they go.
There's broad daylight,
then there's those dark tunnels,
enveloping my car.
The shades keep on alternating.
Light to dark, dark to light.
Crowded traffic to empty roads
loud noises to something quiet

I keep on driving.
Because it's a long way,
sometimes I get motion sickness.
There are moments,
when I'm swinging in and out of existence.

I listen to music on my way.
Sometimes I talk to myself.
all as the light comes and goes,
out the car windows.

I shake and bobble my head,
sometimes I gently hit the steering wheel
Sometimes I stare ahead aimlessly, but
I am always moving constantly

The weather, the place, the happenstance,
the scenery outside the window,
the beautiful, magnificent views
all change with different hues

sometimes I take my head out the window,
when the weather outside feels nice.
With cool winds and soft daylight.
I take my head out and close my eyes

I breathe in and I take the fresh air in,
I breathe in and a smile comes on my face
These moments are my favourite
I take the warmth and light in
with no worries of anything
During this time, most of all,
the journey is beautiful

The roadtrip goes on,
and I drive the car,
sometimes by myself,
other times someone calls shotgun
everything starts to feel like a blur
everything is changing in the long run
ps- I wanted to name the poem something different but I couldn't think of a more honest title that was true to what I think. My views of life keep on changing SO MUCH that they start to feel so unserious. I like to name that "Life and so..."  life- but  lot of casual things together.
Cassandra
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   Arif Hifzioglu
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