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I saw a sign a while ago.
It read, "Freedom, 1/2 mile."
I smiled a little, but I didn't say it:
There's no such thing.
The road is deserted.
It's dark, but there aren't any stars.
We pass lines of white and yellow,
And they disappear over the horizon.
They're the gods of the highway,
But they mean nothing,
When there's nobody to fear them.
And there's just us;
Them up front, me in back.
I don't talk, and they don't care.
They can't hear me, anyway.
So, I sit and stare out the window.
We finally pass another car.
I stare into the headlights,
And wonder if I'll go blind.
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