What do you look for when you go…
Wherever.
Are you the one driving?
Is it yearning, fear, loneliness…
Or you are just driving around.
Who is at the wheel?
No one, the others…
You would rather not have to choose
But at the crossroads, you stop
And everything turns bland.
What are you waiting for?
The right one
There is no other choice, you move forward
To where?
To happiness. Is it this way? Do you promise?
Not at all
Will you take me there?
No way.
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