racing lights through narrow passage
so close together almost door to door
i'm in the middle sandwich by big rigs
i can feel the pressure from both sides
i face all the gust of the wind, heavy
shakes me little bit when i accelerate
i let them go so i could exit to my right
where a light pole watching every thread
that pass by unknowing where they going
it's a long streak of darkness and silence
then a towering billboard appeared on left
says 'you're home by now if you own one here'
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