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I--Eternity Coastin' down the interstate of life, Four lanes going my way, Feeling like a beat-up Hyundai With one headlight cast against the dark. "Pick one lane," they say, "And stick to it. Changing lanes is dangerous." But ah, the freedom in crossing that dotted line, Not knowing if it is the better path And not caring, just speeding down that stretch of road With the pedal to the floor And my eyes on what's ahead. I hear the bitter words of a long love And flinch against a tirade on other drivers. I listen to the words of so many artists Floating through my mind while I Smoke a high school diploma. The smoky tendrils float up my face And into my eyes and I'm blind. Blind to the heartache Blind to the changes, Seeing only the old days Filled with insults and insanity When I was myself and not the image I made to suit the world. [ Go Back ] |