White Lines

Yesterday...
Riding down the highway,
seventy miles an hour
I concentrate on the white lines,
not connected,
but following one after another.
Life is like that,
one day after another,
time moves on
so I must move on down the road
trying to put the lines together
so I can understand
the traveled miles of my life
maybe then I will be able to enjoy
the many untraveled miles
that are before me,
but first I must connect the white lines.
If you drive fast enough
will they meld into one?

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