Rearview Mirror
I sit in anticipation
I sit in fear
Of the possibility of
My heart and soul and existence
Becoming a red smear
In the rearview mirror of your life
For someone else to clean up
In order to retain mine
I guess I wouldn't mind
As long as I don't have to wait too long
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