colored lights
speeding along the expressway
slipping my worries out the window
postcards floating away
this
is
all
i
need
there's no going back again
tiny slips of paper lost in space
the future finds us all
face forward, chin up, we're almost there
this
is
all
there
is
this is where we lose ourselves
this is where we lose it all
this is where we find ourselves
this is where we find our gods
