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By Echolocation Date: 2001 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.26.12.03.25231]] |
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The mile markers used to pass so slowly, Giant, glowing, multi-colored, bright with promise Each one eagerly anticipated Each one so achingly far away I could hardly wait for the next one Sixteen Eighteen Twenty-one First job First kiss First love So many choices Seemed like there was an exit to another highway Every thirty feet Every thirty days Every thirty thoughts And though the future was hidden from me I knew The unseen destination was worth the journey And the journey would make me worthy of the destination Now the mile markers fly by in a blur Tiny indistinguishable little posts A white smear seen out of the corner of my eye So small and quick that I can't remember the last one Or anticipate the next one I no longer know what my destination is So all I have left is the journey But I haven't seen any exits in I don't know how long And I'm still driving alone |