The miles stretch away beneath my feet
In seeming endless unity. I see
Nothing - it is black outside, and fleet
-Ing glances of lit roadsigns cannot be
A substitute for knowing where I am
And where I'm going. Sure, I know that bit
At some large scale, but I don't give a damn
Since there's so little purpose chasing it
When I lie hidden in this deep black void.
As I am so, my thoughts fly back to where
I was: the place I know that I enjoyed
And where I left my chiefest, only care.
So while I hurtle into the abyss
I hope she's safe whom I now most must miss.
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