Drive Poem by Kyle Schlicher

signs
are planted
along the roadside.
directions
to follow
for those lost,
not knowing
the destiny
of the pavement
leading them on.
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drive
long
deep
into the night
sleep
will not come.
it does not matter
for the highway
never ends,
it keeps
on stretching out
in front of the curious.
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drive
with eyes
looking straight ahead.
never looking back.
in the rear view mirror
the past
holds
no future
only a memory
of the adventure.
the highway is empty
of regret
it holds no secrets.
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drive
through the winding
curves
complete with
untruths,
ceremonial
circumstances
lost in superstition
draped
in motives
only
the chosen few
shall remember.
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feel
the unevenness
of
this existence.
it
is our
chosen path.
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white lines
painted
by wizards,
magical beings,
they have decided
our direction.
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night
darkness
shining
in a moment
of indecision.
to burn
or
to freeze
alone
or in the company
of insignificant
debris.
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drive
the revolution
has begun.
it needs
to gather
momentum
to break free
of the orbit
it has
been circling in
around
the discontented
masses.
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drive
until
you can see
the end.
only then
will
you know
where
the road leads
and
life
begins.
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(4-03-1974)