Driving aimlessly down the road,
wondering what the shadows will bring.
My cigarette shines like a beacon,
yet, my way remains foggy,
my soul a constant haze.
The shadow dances before me,
taunting, teasing like a temptress.
Desires to embrace her wholly,
to leave this shell haunts me.
No tears as I go, Ah rapture!
. . . .I am found.
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