|| Double Yellow Lines ||

my feet are too heavy
to walk down memory lane tonight
i stop at the corner and stare
the street lamps sparkle
through my glossy eyes
while the signs dance in my mind
there's an all too familiar tune
repeating from a window above my head
even the moon sheds a tear
it still smells the same
Pain, Love, Horror, Desire
last names on the mailboxes
of my lonely road
glory would be letting go
surrender would be giving up
happiness would be confrontation
and an eagerness for the road to go on

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