You Never Know

Leaning into every additional moment.

Ghost of freeway traffic on the 85 in Atlanta — Photo by author

Twisted guardrails on the highway
Broken glass on the cement
A ghost of someone’s tragedy
How recklessly my time has been spent
They say that it’s never too late
But you don’t, you don’t get any younger
Well, I better learn how to starve this emptiness
And feed my hunger —