Detroit-Built God
During the midnight cold, the wheels of the Mustang grip, this long dark, rough road. driving into the shadows, the thoughts that I have, become images on the dash the path I am creating, where I will go next I know nothing, I just drive the world works around me the sound of the motor comforts, the street lights hypnotize I find clarity within each gear clutch to the floor, I feel alive for this one time, I have meaning the gages climb, as does my hope my veins fill with burning gasoline I have half a tank of purpose in this Detroit-built god...
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Synopsis
A case of insomnia, half a pack of cigarettes, and a long, winedy road bringforth clairty...
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