Stripes on the Road

Life is like the road lines.

Sometimes I can pass.

Sometimes I have to lag behind the person dragging their heels.

Sometimes I’m so focused on maneuvering around the person who’s blocking my way

And rev past them, missing a couple inches of lifetime

Maybe I don’t see that other person

Coming around the bend.

Fatal crash.

Fatal wound.

Sometimes I survive.

Sometimes I die.

Sometimes I end up killing the other one.

The guilt is all the same.


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