windshield splintered, lightning blast
car hood buckles, crumpled foil.
over me flew those things of my past,
to greet the future in angry turmoil.
in between the warring factions,
i, stupid look on my face,
think about the actions
that led me to my place
i did not heed that stop sign,
pretending it said go,
now i, crossing a fine line
learn the meaning of no
same stop sign, different day
and now it says a different thing
and hurtling forward on my way,
i thought i heard a siren sing
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