This desolate highway

greets my solitude with arms

stretched wide as the sea

making it comfortable to believe

life is still obtainable

even though detours spring up

with a hidden purpose any given time.

Trick is to overlook those signs

that say next twenty-two miles

expect delays and one lane traffic

for we are all just going a distance

not to far from birth to grave.

So why fall victim to another detour

one that once through will show

another highway where we abandon

pieces of ourselves in search of

life without detours.

burn baby burn

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