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Gone

Khalid Mukhtar · April 7, 2018 · Leave a Comment

I’m driving my imagination
In control and out of patience
Overdrive in space and braking time

The billboards on the highway glow
With colors that would melt the snow
I’m lost within myself but that’s all fine

I hear the city drunk with glee
Its song is like a memory
Of golden beach and salt upon the breeze

I search for something more within
But all I’ve got is drenched in sin
I’m slave to everything I own and lease

I wish that all the world and in it
For the span of one whole minute
Streaked across my windscreen in a drop

That I might turn my wipers on
And see the world and myself gone

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