All of us are,
deep inside,
scared teenagers
driving at breakneck speeds
down midnight roads,
hunted by a feeling,
guided by emptiness,
south of the final edge
of the last map
and comforted only by
our own wheels' humming
and our anemic faith
that soon, the tangle of roads
will solve itself
and we'll find ourselves
back at home,
cringing under the harsh words
of those who love us,
but secretly
(not on our faces
or in our eyes)
secretly, carefully
smiling.
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