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White lights guided by white lines

35, side by side

2 by 2

With only the sound of motors to differentiate it all from a stream

I pump my brakes one last time



Reaching the end of the tunnel brings upon a pounding rain

A pounding rain to slow this stream down

As I see through the fog, those same signs lay mixed with red

Brake lights mixed with flashing amber

As I make my decision between exit only or merge ahead

Or just an offramp with the traffic light at red?



I break from the stream to travel a service road less traveled by more people, the Boulevard named after the 35th big cheese of the US

It's Kinda dark, a little lonely, full of bumps, with just the light of the parallel stream a.k.a. I-95 to guide me

A guiding light that gives me hope that the traffic jam ahead will let up to allow me to rejoin that stream



As I look for that guiding light to lead me back I am given opportunity after opportunity to turn away onto another road

Something smoother, better lit

But definitely not the same in it's destination

As I prepare to make another decision

between the road less traveled which may bring me back to that stream to my destination

Or to turn away, take another road and see where it leads me

Until then, I travel this bumpy road while I keep my eye on the red and yellow stream

Will I u-turn and say, hey, a guy can dream?

Or will I stick to the service road?

I'm out of my tunnel but, the journey still continues