The Case For Asking For Directions

Again with the dream
Of driving my car
Up a mountain so steep
That the wheels
Lose their grip
And we start
To slip backwards
Into the abyss
Of paths tread before
And our stomachs
They tell us
That surely we’re falling
Except we never return
Instead the car
Just keeps moving
Keeps climbing upward
Attracted by something
That shines far out of reach

The Case For Asking For Directions

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