We pass by the trees—
We could crash into them.
We drive over a bridge—
If it was icy we could slip,
Or it could just break and we would fall to our death.
Cars pass us
We drive on streets that lead to no place
Every time we turn
We find something
Less exciting than the last
Surrounded by nothing but air
The sun’s rays beat down on me
I stumble to the ground
Unable to see what is in front of me
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