There was this road I knew
happier than a bee in spring around a vergin blossom.
Its white long stripes glowing
in the sun,
at night,
under the rain...
whispering to the other drivers:
Look at me, just look at me...
I am so perfect, so smooth, so...linear...
Look at me...
my four lanes go back and forth,
straight ahead to your leisure destination...
to everywhere, anywhere...
Look at me...
One night I got lost on that perfect road
and I turned back, leaving my car behind...
After some time
my car came back.
"Too bad that perfect road,
that tiny piece of Universe...
was going nowhere".
Do I need to leave again?
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