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driving into the 18th hour straight



eyes escape me as the mind starts to wander



three minutes past the quarter hours late



weary and tired, how much longer begins to ponder



odometer reads a mere 83 despite a limit of 65



a few moments later time tells 2:36



the music droans as it no longer sounds live



swig the coffee and bourbon mix



suddenly sirens show as speed is now at 101



so close to home and in despair



2:54 time now tells with only a fraction of time gone



crash at 0:00 to die without a care