Lanes

When reality and illusion are one in the same, The the result is confusion that's taking each lane... Though I flash every high beam trying to get by, It's the glare from behind That's much greater than mines.... So what I'm trying to get around Doesn't know that I'm there, Seem's all the light at my back Is making me disappear... So I move to the left just to see what's ahead, And see sign's along this cleft That I must have misread... When I pull out my shades I can finally get over, And avoid the charade Just by taking the shoulder...