Here we go, the greatest rewrite.
Windows down so that he might
Catch something he would otherwise
Miss. What are you excited about,
Looking for?
You know these freeways like
The maps on your hand, the creases
And veins that stain a bland blue.
Still, you look at these signs and not know
What to do at the overpass. Exit.
A hair tie on my wrist checks my pulse
And pulls the wheel in the right direction,
A reflection without you, I left it.
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