Rotations Per Minute

We’ve moved on past too many intersections 

No chance of running into each other

Just the way you want and I need

To recover from my stupidity 


You don’t see how far I’ve driven away.


Headlights nor signs miles ahead

Can prepare you for the exit we’ll find

You’ll find your choices I’ll find mine

Driving off to different lives

Just drive past me speeding laughing multitasking so is life
In a rush to destinations we don’t even know.

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