pieces of my soul are strewn down the highway

as little white dashes fly past the rusty truck

my antique stereo and a dog-eared sketchpad,

its pages blowing in the country wind,

sit abandoned behind us, disappearing in a mile.

my destiny is nowhere, yet you drive me farther away.

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refusing to close dimly cracked whistling windows

your hands are on the wheel, forever in control;

wouldn't even let me stop for a book to pass the hours

but invisible chains bind me in my place, unmoved.

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next stop unloads my shredded transcript,

a few phone numbers and countless reminders

that life is a not a movie and there is no escape;

only counting the miles as I'm dragged farther away.

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my destiny was just a dream, and I'm no longer

who I say I am, who I used to be...