Young Spring
I drive through the lush verdant countryside.
Spring encompasses everything I see.
Disposable memories of youth seep out of my head.
The warm sun dances on my dashboard as
the young spring wind licks my hair from the window crack.
The thought of my urgent mortality hits me like
stale cigarette smoke.
My playlist is set on random like the rest of my life...
And I drive head on into the young spring...
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