The road stretches onward and sucks us toward black
In search of a dream, like Jack Kerouac
Though it offers no answers take comfort in this
There's calm in its grit, a dead peacefulness
And so the day ends, and dirt kisses night
While the oak by the road waits alone for the light
For as the sun sets, down round the earth
The void up ahead pledges glorious rebirth
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