funny things go through your head,
12 hrs into your third 5 hr energy shot,
after driving for 17 hrs,
watching the trip meter go past
979, with 60 left to go,
so you drink another rockstar,
hoping your heart won’t explode,
squinting, as you try to stay
between the lines,
wondering if the lights coming
up from behind,
are going to smash into you
or pass on by;
approaching a line of cars,
emergency flashers going,
trapped behind a drunk,
weaving from the shoulder
to the passing lane,
timing your pass as he veers
towards the shoulder,
moving on by,
happy you got a car
with enough power,
to make it by;
you begin to understand,
what is important,
and what isn’t,
you start to realize,
who your friends really are,
and who they aren’t,
who loves you,
and who doesn’t;
as you concentrate on getting
back to the only one who ever
has.
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