Joy they used to say
Was different than happy
Car rides back then,
It was a freeway life,
I never did think twice
When I rolled the dice,
Every Friday was an
Empty memory,
Now emptiness haunts
Me, I feel boxed in,
Can’t lift it anymore
Enough weight to stay
The ingrate at the gate,
Waiting for weather,
Remembered summer parking
Lot talks with you,
Bourne for it,
Empty now follows me
And keeps me still a

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