Whooshing By

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Dash across the highway, nothing better to do on a Wednesday afternoon, after school, before dinner, sun still blazing. 

It's the right time to waste some time, it must be planned, while spiraling out of control like a bottlerocket with a broken tail wing, under a bright moon.

Time was when things like this didn't happen, when people cared about each other, let's freeze it down, stop life when it's good, when days glowed all day.

We could ride all the way to town, ain't worried about no shoulder, think the road is big enough for everyone, won't be hard hearing them whooshing by.