168

backseat driver
we cruise through life and think that we are responsible 
for everything that happens
for all the doors we don’t open
for all the windows we close

sometimes I feel so much for the way things were
a sense of loneliness that only I seem to recall
I listen to old songs
I watch the same movies, trying
to hold onto something I can’t touch

time passes
whether we acknowledge it or not
and all we can do is keep driving

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