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Directions

It's like asking directions in a foreign land,
In an unknown language, something like that.

Or halting in the dust of a desert road
To nowhere - nothing to do but turn

Back, the road potholed with promises
Jolting the spine as the sunlight fades

Across the windscreen. It's like another life
Receding in the mirror, shrinking to faintness -

And now it's gone - and so you press on,
If only the wheels keep turning who knows

What may come over the blur of the horizon -
Something for sure, something unlike this.

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