Imagine on a lonely stretch of highway without any lights
Nothing at all reflective on which to guide
Depending heavily on instinct rather than on sight
And with no one sitting on the passenger side
So it is on the highway of life in the traditional sense
Eventhough but crowded but very dark
For not too much is of deep reason even common-sense
It's time to get oriented; time-out; just park
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