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Oct 2010
Night driving makes me calm.
Speed underfoot, and direction in palm.
I can go really fast or slow
Destination: I don't even know
Don't really have to share the road
I feel like I stop to erode.
I don't have to think of all the things I have to do
I get to dream of what it would be like if everything were new.
If life didn't always wear me down.
Make me frown.
Kick me around.
If the right decisions weren't always hard.
And my choices were not always with selfishness marred.
Divider lines go flying by.
Can't always live my life asking "why?"
Sometimes we have to do the best with what we got.
Even if its not a lot.
And the outcomes sometimes rot.
Do we really believe that God will work it all?
Even when we slip and fall.
Written by
Mark Rossol
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