it’s a struggle

just to keep my eyes open

I feel anxiety’s weight

Resting fixed

like a fishing lure

that’s been dropped

in the dead-center

of my thoughts


I hear the clock ticking

I feel the pages turning

Knowing that most of my days

Are in the rear view

A fast-approaching horizon

through the windshield

One eye on the road

I fumble with the radio dial

Musical snippets and static

Trying to find that perfect

Sequence of songs

Before the ride ends

That’s the goal

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