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Finally, contact was established.  But, again, the day was lost within itself, it fails through its progressions to define itself, to give light to that which is of more worth within the whole.

Conflict today:  banal and stupid.  Someone must always be caustic, always needs to attempt to bring the viewer down.  Like a pouty child, he aggravates to no end.  Shut up, take it easy, relax, you don't have to compete, to be on par with the fast ones.  But you'll never stop trying to place yourself, to struggle to the top of whatever withering heap you need to straddle.  Count me out.
         
         Winds chased the old car across fields,
         Somber birds made their way through the dry sky,
         As the searching continues, it merely yields,
         That the goal has moved beyond the eye.
         The sun falls to its destined repose,
         And the moon hides this night,
         On and on for miles it goes,
         Searching out a wrong to supplant this right.
         And a dark cry explodes out,
         While the headlights dance about,
         Trusting their solid beams,
         to hands of truly simple means.

As we come closer to the edge, the static, tangible edge, we begin to disliken our course to those around us, we can never be the same.  My journey had nothing to do with her, really.  Just me.