Life is not a Highway,
And I don’t have a car.
I have a ticket for this seat
And time to kill. Sometimes,
We reach the next station
And forget which is our stop.
Does it matter? Conductor
And coal blast through
Ties, smoke billowing.
And I breathe serene,
Still, intent. Life’s a train
And I just hope we don’t wreck.
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