My Happiness
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When summer is gone
and carefreeness bends
comes school, books, responsibility;
stress never ends
So many of us
find ways to cope:
running, drawing, or crying
for those I have no hope
Driving to you
the highway rushes up to me
blends into the orange and red sidelines
my eyes stay fixated
towns pass
I do not notice
as I lose myself
miles slip by and by
