Whose heart will be broken today?
While I try and mend,
try and figure out which direction,
life's highway wants me to travel.
Mending the holes
left by the stolen street signs of life.
Potholes, seldom patched, making
life's journey bumpier and bumpier.
Road trips leave new mental Polaroids.
But the journey back home
will always be filled with potholes and speed bumps.
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