In the journey of life
There’s a long night drive
Quiet roads, dipped mirror
Lullaby of the engine turning over
Passing streetlight tunnels
Reposed calm response
Distilled into the autopilot
Interaction in reaction
Arrive stretching, bemused
No memory of the journey
Yet aware of time passed
Long stretch travelled
In blurred light and movement
A passage of waypoints
No time to pause and take it all in
Stop and kill the engine
Blink and appraise
Then realise
30 confused with 40
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