Left, right, up down, confusion overcomes me. I reach for the keys, oblivious. Blur. The playful wind licks against the back of my neck as the essence of the passing by country side dances across my lips. My old friend, shines his golden rays across her, she glistens and races him to the horizon. She is my car and she is on the road less taken.
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