Chance Meeting
As I leisurely raced along the track,
One sunny midnight, bright and gray,
I met myself coming back:
Speeding slowly, the other way.
I dropped a hand in greeting,
As I crept swiftly by.
An unexpected meeting,
I looked myself straight in the eye.
I never asked where I was bound,
Nor told where I had been.
But I know, unless I turn around,
I'll never meet myself again.
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