Sunday, November 27, 2011

Lost

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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