Through the darkened lens,
Light hits my iris,
My eyes see colour,
Dancing laser light,
As trees filter light,
An engine and movables shudder and sound
Slightly dizzy, the road moves up and down.
It is tired, exhausted, sleep deprived.
I drive, and wonder at the tired, twisting path.
Such is life,
A tired, winding line!
One must soldier past
One must focus on.
And stay awake,
Aware least one crash!
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