Windshield wipers
tap tap tapping
like a metronome
going mad
Roads to nowhere
flying by
at mach speed
Cows under trees
blending together
paint massive
brown and green dots
on hillsides
They watch us
for a moment
but we are gone
in a blur
Consumed in clouds
and paradoxical thoughts
as we race to get there
Parallel roads
converge to an end
forcing us to disembark
before our time
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