everyone zooms by looking for souls to hold
there is billboards of missing children
where they're pictures smile on prom nights
there is no reality on our racing freeways
we are all just trying to beat the estimated travel time
through rush hour traffic
we weave in and out of lives like we are no one to be remembered
except in anger
never slowing down
always going a little too fast
in the wrong direction.
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