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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Passing Lane

This is a constant blur.
The rush is indistinguishable from the rest.
No distinct lines separate yours from mine.
All things have come to pass and there they stay.
The horizon is an imaginary line.
Drawn on a contiguous landscape.
I exist in the past.
Too slow to keep up.
To lazy to exceed the speed limit.
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