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this beach isnt dover but it will do.
even with freezing pipes and seeing my breath
when even my dreams are on ice
a steering wheel and the turnpike stretch west
is a time machine, and my vice.
gatsby green light is real, but distant
‘maybe’ kindnaps my eyes and the car veers
but only, of course, for an instant.
its a good thing no one else drives here.
streetlights flood a deserted parking lot
alive with memories of bonfires
when nights were long and cares were not
but then, we were all liars.
disappointing that eternity isnt here
i convinced myself in my dreams
that it would always be near
but that was 'maybe', too, or so it seems.
even with freezing pipes and seeing my breath
when even my dreams are on ice
a steering wheel and the turnpike stretch west
is a time machine, and my vice.
gatsby green light is real, but distant
‘maybe’ kindnaps my eyes and the car veers
but only, of course, for an instant.
its a good thing no one else drives here.
streetlights flood a deserted parking lot
alive with memories of bonfires
when nights were long and cares were not
but then, we were all liars.
disappointing that eternity isnt here
i convinced myself in my dreams
that it would always be near
but that was 'maybe', too, or so it seems.