Car Ride

May 31, 2012
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I drift off to a place of almost sleep
A place of listening to only motors and beeps
While I turn and stop
Not knowing where I am going, passing shop after shop
The worlds of scenery, constantly changing
Different thoughts and feelings rearranging
Am I the only one not here?
Is everyone else conscience and clear
Should I take part in the conversation at hand?
Or just stare out at the vacant land
I'll just pretend no one's here
They should just disappear

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