Route 2

You and your temper
A narrow hit and run
but you swore you never stopped
to ask for directions

the exit ramp was down the road
and yet you insisted
on turning around to find home

You insisted on the remainder
but you're boxed in the city
of lost souls

Your future lies awake
beyond this place;
where would you go
to be
comfortable?





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