My eyes are always heavy on the road. The trees fly past. Cars come and go so quickly I go blind. Day dies and night leaves me also. All I know is movement. Blurring progress, and the temptation to pull over and rest. I need to reach my destination, not forget where I am going. I cannot tarry--I cannot fly so quick that I lose control.
I will get passed by many.
But I cannot lose focus and become lost.
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