Tomorrow
It's kinda strange
when you feel things
and they disentegrate into the air
To watch them pass, by and by
Like cars down the highway
Find me watching, wondering
Where are we going, where are you going
Will I be there with you.
Life is so short, yes so long
It feels as though it is over just as it has begun
The past reaches from behind and grabs our future.
we are ensnarled
With what could be as if it never was at all
Cars down the highway.
You and me.
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