Driving Goodbye
What is it that drives me away,
this day, this unreplaceable place.
Dried tears fade where dreams play,
this way, hide and seek, chase.
Where shall I drive from here,
empty street of nightmares,
slowly shifting life's gears,
unclear, lonely miles of fears.
Does it all become redundant man?
When do we stand up to stand?
Fighting freedom, lives unplanned,
undriven man, human.
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