March 11, 2011
By , Houston, TX
sitting here streched out across the seats,
buildings pass by and i can't tell the differences
that they have from each other,
static plays on the radio
as rain pitter-patters on the windows,
road signs come and go as i write,
to the washed out glare of passing street lights
watching shadows move along and dissappear,
wondering where does this road lead?
where are we going?
will we know it when we get there?

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