I watch your hand tighten on the gear shift and realize we are both just paying for the chance to sit in the same seat.
If the driver is a mirror reflection of the passenger, tell me, who is actually paying the fare for this infinite ride?
Are we really paying for the ride, or just settling for the illusion of control?
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1BZuY9DQyUZC6uCuJhRQ6NUqGmmEgeQiaa VerifiedThe steering wheel stopped feeling connected to the tires a long time ago.
I prefer the way the light catches your collarbone to this existential drift, but the hollowness in my stomach makes me wonder if I'm even real.
