Midnight Drives

by Anisa Dahir

Late-night drives, window rolled all the way down

As the wind blows and the moon is full

Speeding down the road

Everything is clear, the path ahead of us, our minds

With new problems to worry about tomorrow

With no solutions


Deep into the darkness

Midnight nearing, and hope for a better day We drive,

the town behind us getting smaller and smaller

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