The weak colt runs past the white picket fence,
As I speed by the steel gaurd rail,
And for a split second I feel as if I have free will.
I have no worries...
As I watch the interstate signs until they vanish,
All is well, my problems racing by... no one can stop this.
These rain drop staind windows change everything...
All is in view... nothing left out, nor sane...
Even though no one else understands..
Life is better without the panes.
 
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