Driven
I didn’t bring myself here,
but somehow here I am.
I guess I let myself be brought
by not making a plan
that could be sustained
and stand the test of time.
There’s been an expiration date;
I was trying to be blind.
But the sun is shining blindingly,
no shades to be found
It’s time to stop being driven,
move both feet across the ground,
and walk.
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