Cold Drive

 Day of sound deadening,
 Road of relived regret;
 Years do bring comfort when
 No matter where you go
 You're where you are.

 Face in the cold reddening,
 But jaw and eyes are set;
 It doesn't matter where you've been
 When you do not know
 What's left, or just how far.

 Another night threatening
 Your worries to abet:
 Like all women and all men
 You keep on driving, even so,
 That little glimpse of hope, your guiding star.

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