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Driving Through Fog


Surrounded by white

I drive on,

It is a road that I know

Not caring where I go

 

I can’t see what’s ahead

Or what’s behind

Funny how a wall of pure white

Can be such a fright

 

The mists of heaven push against

The eyes of Freddie

Who is already blind

Because of the fog outside

 

Over potholes

Freddie rumples

Freddie shakes

My heart aches

 

I imagine his pain

I imagine his grief

I wonder if he does the same for me

Or is this just some fantasy

 

No one else

Just him and I

On this empty road

I drive alone

 

I can’t find a way

Out of the fog.

I feel so done

I’ve had enough

 

The road is infinite

I have nowhere to go

The fog is closing in

Nothing more can get in

 

I don’t want to admit defeat;

But, there is no one in the passenger seat

 
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