Empty miles eating though the soul
Endless motorway ahead and behind
Mile after mile of trying to stay alive
Crouched over, hunkered down
Throttled pinned open in the vain hope taking away the pain
Mind numb from the constant noise
Running from a past without a single glance
To a future no less dark
Just for a single moment to be caught in the light
Essence of noise and smoke
To shout
LOOK OUT HERE I COME.
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