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And life was like a highway The Soul-- a car. The moments speeding by Blurring together. But how many times have you stopped Just to gaze-- Just to slow down, For once. For once? --why did matter How fast you were going, Or how slow the horizon was growing. For once: why drive at all? It seemed that: drive. All it seemed. All it is, really. Could you leave? Or are you stuck on this continuum? Maybe it was the way the sun's gaze (that day specifically) Held the world in such Un-timely grace. Like nostalgia held under the lime light. But it was gone as fast as it came, What's left is-- well-- memory. Couldn't you have stopped? And now it's stuck behind your mind. Like the black blotch Of a crack In your back window. But regret is no more than rear-view mirrors And and empty tank. Wouldn't the sunset be so much better If you weren't headed towards it? I mean-- How many times did you escape, Just to walk-- heck, To even measure how long The pavement lines were? Sometimes the best thoughts we have Are just backtracking to find gas. But that's regress... Isn't it? But maybe a new body on an old frame Doesn't cut it. You're worth less if you have miles. Yet without miles, you lack the rustic wisdom. --whatif What if death's the only destination. Then why even bother With where you're going? If the sunset fades-- Look, You could have all the moments Pass your window Or You could simply gaze.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
And life was like a highway
And life was like a highway The Soul-- a car. The moments speeding by Blurring together. But how many times have you stopped Just to gaze-- Just to slow down, For once. For once? --why did matter How fast you were going, Or how slow the horizon was growing. For once: why drive at all? It seemed that: drive. All it seemed. All it is, really. Could you leave? Or are you stuck on this continuum? Maybe it was the way the sun's gaze (that day specifically) Held the world in such Un-timely grace. Like nostalgia held under the lime light. But it was gone as fast as it came, What's left is-- well-- memory. Couldn't you have stopped? And now it's stuck behind your mind. Like the black blotch Of a crack In your back window. But regret is no more than rear-view mirrors And and empty tank. Wouldn't the sunset be so much better If you weren't headed towards it? I mean-- How many times did you escape, Just to walk-- heck, To even measure how long The pavement lines were? Sometimes the best thoughts we have Are just backtracking to find gas. But that's regress... Isn't it? But maybe a new body on an old frame Doesn't cut it. You're worth less if you have miles. Yet without miles, you lack the rustic wisdom. --whatif What if death's the only destination. Then why even bother With where you're going? If the sunset fades-- Look, You could have all the moments Pass your window Or You could simply gaze.
#life#car#regret#sun
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
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