The Warmth
I'm a sucker,
one of many,
with my eyes open,
one of few.
I travel down the middle road,
I take the turns it takes me into,
without brakes, without signals,
I take the turns it takes me into.
I can't get ahead of myself,
I can't fall behind.
There are always lights,
some bright, some dim,
dim like me with this pen in my hand.
I follow the lights,
and make my turns.
I hit dark roads,
and have no fear.
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