i keep driving my car towards the blur line at the end of horizon
lined with tiny grey cars that once used to fit us perfectly
pushing on the pedal for that extra thrust towards uncertainty
for a single glimpse of that tiny grey car gives me a slight hope and excitement
that you may still exist and not just another dream i have repeatedly night after night
it reminds me of the uneasy feeling and nausea i had every time we were suppose to meet
the butterflies that threatens to fly away to every single text that says ' im otw'
and i still wander why after few years i still have cold feet before meeting you
and at the end of the horizon is where i shall wait for you
for that tiny grey car to pass by
and you happen to be behind the wheels and our eyes will meet just for a second
and that is more than enough for me
to have a glimpse of you
and to know that you are safe and sound
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