Drive
Shall we drive?
A powerless ride,
driven on apathy
lost in time.
Shall I drive?
Take the streering wheel
away from you,
maybe just then,
we'll begin to move.
Maybe if we
just let go and lean back.
Close our eyes,
and take a deep breathe.
This drive of ours would go on for hours.
This life of mine would go on forever.
But why do we have to drive?
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