I'm driving
It's dark outside
And the street lamps glow orange
Illuminating the car
In measured flashes
As I write stories in my head
Using the sky as ink
And the road as my page
The shadows are my characters
They dance and fight and disappear
And they fascinate me to a point
That's almost scary
And I feel full and alone
All at the same time
But I can never think of an ending
To my story
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