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Gravel Roads, Gullywashers, and the Will to Keep Going
You always say what you mean
leaving so much unspoken
in between reassurance
and promises you intend to keep
I know time brings changes
hell, even just a day
can make such a difference
in what you say you want
and what you do
Guess there's that cliché
about actions and words
for a reason
It's easier to go along for the ride
than think about the driving
you can forget the wheel
is still in your hands
not worry much about passenger safety
I wrote once
(twice, thrice...)
about riding in your shot gun seat
how I keep climbing back in
even after near fatal collisions
because it always felt
built for me
Now, the seatbelt seems to malfunction
the airbag has blown up
in my face
I'm nursing a case of whiplash
and it's left me a little dazed
I'm still here
grip so tight on the Jesus bar
the texture's imprinted in my palm
and praying to the god of...
that it's not going to snap off
Because even though it's storming
visibility so low
you can barely see the road
I still love the view
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