An end of a laid path
By Atok Dan
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A headlight has gone dim,
And an animated driver ran obsessed,
Not sure of what strange terrains demanded,
A myopic driver waffling to invent a wheel
Without a compass to usher a direction
He is a joyous seat warmer by luck
Ready to witness repressive end
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If this laid path ends,
He would head for a crash landing
Desperate of what to do
Though the brain has gone flat,
Flawed by a flatted chemical,
A chemical of alcohol
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An end of a laid path represses,
Could a driver possible been drunk of power
Could he possible been an opportunist of time
He lets off his gear in the middle of the road,
A long trail of failures,
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An end to a laid path tells naivety of a holder
He held loose on a clutch,
But enjoys privileged of nature
Yet his eyes could possibly tell his obscurity
Frustrated passengers continue jibing about
Yet destined to crash,
An end to a laid path,
Obscured vision
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