Unable to master the everchanging rules
On the highway of life,
I seize my steering wheel.
And charge off, wheels grinding asphalt.
Swerve on the well-known track
Past the stop signs, the “abandon hope” s
Past the wrecked cars
Past the broken bodies
If I can not win on the roads they’ve created.
I shall chart my own path to destruction.
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