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Blowout
It's like I've been trying to go somewhere my whole life.
But I've hit ... Every ... single ... Red light along the way.
My brakes are going on 20000 miles to early and I burn through way too much gas to justify the wear and tear on my motor. I've been spinning my wheels and getting nowhere for as long as I can remember. I'm running on fumes.
My tires are treadbare. My tires are only a blowout away from swerving headfirst into on coming traffic.
My dreams are in the passenger seat with a broken buckle, a drunken smile, and an empty bottle of bourbon that I haven't had the courage to throw away.
I've got a valley of possibility in front of me, mountain of regret in my rear view mirror, and I'm hoping that there's just enough left in the tank to make it to the end of the line.
But I've hit ... Every ... single ... Red light along the way.
My brakes are going on 20000 miles to early and I burn through way too much gas to justify the wear and tear on my motor. I've been spinning my wheels and getting nowhere for as long as I can remember. I'm running on fumes.
My tires are treadbare. My tires are only a blowout away from swerving headfirst into on coming traffic.
My dreams are in the passenger seat with a broken buckle, a drunken smile, and an empty bottle of bourbon that I haven't had the courage to throw away.
I've got a valley of possibility in front of me, mountain of regret in my rear view mirror, and I'm hoping that there's just enough left in the tank to make it to the end of the line.
Published 7th Apr 2023
| Edited 8th Apr 2023
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