As the blockage,
That kept us,
From being,
Together,
Started to vanish,
As if it never,
Where a thing,
As if it never,
Left a mark,
On the road,
I ask myself,
Do the white lines,
Tire Marks and exit signs,
Really mean,
Anything at all,
When you go full speed,
Ahead?
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