With each glance at the rearview mirror
my hands slipping off the wheel
as I drive down memory lane
With each memory flashing before me
my eyes go blind
and here I am, in the midst of all
My eyes off the road
the glass shatters
no seat beneath me
Whatever I was
whatever is left
here one moment
and gone the next
A few short memories
some bitter regrets,
I am here one moment,
and gone the next
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