Stationary

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Tap, Tap, Tap,
Tap, Tap, Tap,
My finger taps, nay drums, on the dashboard as I sit in the otherwise empty car,
Looking at the bright lights out ahead which shine out like a star,
Staring each other down, we stay stationary...

Tap, Tap, Tap,
Tap, Tap, Tap, 
I can't see what's ahead of the bright lights,
Or ahead further past the brighter lights which are a startling sight,
What's further ahead? I don't know.

Tap, Tap, Tap,
Tap, Tap, Tap,
I hear a roar from behind or ahead.
Did I hear it? See it? Does it matter? I'm already dead.
And now there's no sound at all...

- Silence -
- Silence -
The light here is not always the way to go,
People avoid the darkness, it's the darkness people know,
And disguise will always exist.

The End

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