Your Poetry Dot Com - Neural Highway

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where
every night I drive.
And
at every stop I pass
and am pulled aside.

I have no registration
or proof of assurance
for the collective unconscious.

No license on my dreams,
so let me go,
let me ride
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Neural Highway
Date: Monday, 4th November 2013 @ 06:54:29 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: odinrajer

The mind is a neural highway,
where
every night I drive.
And
at every stop I pass
and am pulled aside.

I have no registration
or proof of assurance
for the collective unconscious.

No license on my dreams,
so let me go,
let me ride
through the morning light.

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