The road you know

Just drive

into the setting sun

it will take you home.

Just shrug

at what's been done

you couldn't really have known.

Just sigh

at their bad news

touch their arm softly

look at their shoes

there's nothing to be done.

Just go home.

Drive

into the setting sun.

 This poem is taken from We r all one, we always win,
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