A new light before our eyes, but we aren't moving.
Innocents completely in tact. Our pur so soothing.
Just spirit. No hurtles.
Infancy in the rear view. Now we're going twenty.
Help with directions still needed.
Our maintenance minimal, and our worries? Deleted
more and more stops pass, but the road ahead? Plenty
Childhood gone in a flash, so we can't help but speed.
completely lost, and too stubborn to ask for help.
It's the darkness that compels us now; letting our engines melt.
Trying so hard to stand out. Desperately needing to be seen.
Before we find out way back to the right road we go on detours that we never wished for.
Driving with lights off in a world we cannot see.
Chaining ourselves down with indulgences, but we just want to be free.
So many road signs are ahead, but the next ones reads "me".
We stop at the closest mile marker to wonder if this path we're on is that on which we were supposed to be.
Regretting what we've done, and things we didn't, but could of seen.
Our engine throttles, but now it burns with a confidence so red.
"We left on our own, got lost, but found ourselves. Forget the road signs of the past. The only ones that matter now are the ones ahead."
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