A Reflective Chronicle
Wasted chances in the rearview
Ghosts of choices I once knew
Flickers fade in tinted glass
Moments lost I let slip past
Hands on the wheel
Dusk in my eyes
Truth in the silence
No more disguise
Tires hum low like a whispered vow
I’m not who I was
I’m who I’m becoming now
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