To notice the yellow line of asphalt
The frontier and segregation
Between, forward and backward.
A rear view mirror is precarious,
But the windshield is more promising,
& with every passing streetlight,
Flickers a beacon of indulgence.
Yet, windowsill, sojourn my wander-
And dauntless mind to delude
How pitiful, my heart sits
Cumbersome to the thought
Of outrageous
& silly freedom.
Noice
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