by Stacey Torres

Created on: September 30, 2010   Last Updated: October 16, 2010

These uncontrollable feelings ride in my back seat

Whispering urges of semi-precious lunacy now and

Then as I approach an intersection

Where my doubt comes into play with my reason

Who never agree

Forcing me to fly straight through without giving a second thought

To who, where, why or what I hit

Sending lies, both white and black

Flying through the night

Until I am convinced I am driving

On the right path.

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