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The Drive of Life
The desires of life are that of the common commuter
A wide open road
Tires gliding across the perfect pavement
Three lanes and yet you are all alone along the open highway
All the windows down
Allowing the wind to whip your hair
The perfect song
A sunset to drive into
We feel that we are important enough to have this
That the universe owes us
Owes us the perfect drive
Perhaps some of us are granted this luxury
Some may go their whole lives
With sunny skies
And smooth unblemished pavement
Others experience it for but a moment
On occasion
Others are hurtling toward that sunset
Their vehicles suspension snapping
As they pound the crumbled ruined pavement
They go too fast across a road that is unkind to them
Never realizing the damage
Until their tires deflate
And their car is rusted
It only ever appears to rain on their highway
Or snow
Or hail
Others sit in a perpetual traffic jam
Bumper to bumper
Horns blare and curses fly
Harassed for their indecision
"Go!" They scream behind them
Go where?
The path is unclear
It is filled with many others hurtling into nothingness
How would they ever navigate?
And so they sit
And the highway is never open
It is congested
Teeming with as much rage and hate as anywhere else
You never want to be behind
You could be left in the dust and exhaust of those in front
Leading is worse
The car behind riding you
Trying so desperately to trip you up
Pushing you to go faster and faster
You just want your own pace
The windows are down
But the wind whips your hair
And stings your face
Not even the song is good
Alas, it is Rush
I hate Rush
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