Stepped inside the taxi.car
Blacked out windows
You see me
But
I don’t
The inertia permeating throughout
My body
Tells me we’re moving
“Who’s the driver? ”
You’ll ask aloud
Turn around.
It’s me
But if you’re me and I
Am you, where are we
Going?
To see.
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