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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