If you've read 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green, you'll understand this poem. My friend lent me the book and it inspired this poem. If you haven't, you probably won't.

Still driving, straight and fast,
White flowers in her car, still driving,
Headed for the one she didn't save,
Just another cold grey tomb.
Hears the sirens, sees the lights,
Still driving - faster, faster,
Out of the labyrinth, straight and true,
No regrets, alcohol through her blood
And white flowers in her car.
Driving, straight and fast,
The only way out of the labyrinth.

The End

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