A Drive

In the middle of the night, I knew myself  
I figured it out after driving around  
I deconstructed lies that sat on my shelf  
That had been waiting for the slightest sound  
And when the lightning struck  
I looked to the clouds  
Waiting for, with any luck,  
Some blossoming sounds  
Crowding the air that danced to and fro  
Shedding quick the grime that had kept them so low  
And driving them with force through the cold, hard ground  
They rode the only screaming bolts to be found  
The cars that passed me on the interstate road  
Blurred into the darkness that saturated the air  
And bled into my lungs where a dark red glow  
Inhabits the cure, working to keep it there  
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