All the warning lights shinning bright as I try to make it where I'm going.
No fuel, no pressure, maint reqd,
Driving the Backroads of life as it's happening:
The skinny homeless dogs smelling the weeds for maybe the last time. Black fur and bones and golden yellow weeds of an empty lot.
Black and yellow bounding together as one unified expression of the power of life running away with the sunsets for one more time the last time.
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