People pass through my day like cars at a stop light
They are momentarily there
Headed on the same path
But eventually they turn off at one point
Leaving me once again on my own road
I find myself jealous that they have passengers
Parents, children, family and friends
My car is empty
My company kept is songs tied to memories
Songs that fade further into yesterday
It's as if I am behind the wheel of a hearse
Driving alone
With death being the only hitchhiker I am sure to find
Robert Lloyd
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