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road rage
written by: Tim Gallagher
04-20-2001
sigh - the sky is heavy
the bow begins to break
over the road across the lake
a haze like thick soup
yellow lines whispering by
miles behind many more before
up ahead a mileage marker
point 5 it says, one half
this journey i'm beginning
we're starting, but right now
i'm driving, the sky is darkening
and the miles slip away without sound
the sky flashes bright then
subsides into a muted silence
but then sudden watery violence
and the drops splash large
i like the flash flash flash of yellow
better than the steady boring white
that's what i think of late at night
and still the miles slip away behind
"why do you put these thoughts down",
you ask, "in words to be read"
it's so i can remember them later
in case upon arrival they're dead
but the point really is this
when i'm in between, not here nor there
all these things are going on inside here
inside my brain, inside my heart
yeah, i'm thinking to myself
i'm thinking about stuff
and i'm pretty sure it's important
and that it's not fluff
i've been found, been given a head start
i have a white, clean, pain-free heart
i have a happy smile on my loved face
i am the recipient of undeserved grace
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