Be unabashedly old and enjoy your creases,
Cackle and drive like a wind on a golden road trip.
Icicles flow through the blood, and the pain is easing,
Yet even laughter is tasting like blood, and salty.
Wear a hoodie, eat sugary flimsy donuts,
No expectations or pressure to be a beauty.
Death is for granted, each day is a lovely bonus,
Further away from the scum that is groping, snooping,
Trying to break into everything you hold dear,
Stealing your flesh on a lark while you gasp for air.
Not a forgiving kind, easily stay aware,
Watching them fold into shadows and disappear.
A road trip
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