i’m going 80 on the highway, chasing the sunset.
why am I racing the sunset?
there’s wind in my hair, radio blasts,
my heart beats to the tune of the track.
my eyes should be on the road but the sky is orange with a hint of pink.
it’s so pretty, so promising,
a reminder of the future and that time is ever-moving.
with a sky so vivid and my heartbeat rhythmic,
how am i so upset?
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daphne gray
just a girl in this world who thinks a lot and writes a lot and some of it makes sense and some of it doesn't. enjoy nevertheless.
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