Driving down the road pumping my fist to Bostons 'More than a Feeling'. Goose bumps appear and I close my eyes and slip away. It is the mid to late 70's and I am young again. No crossroads in my path. The road is straight. I have only one care. Making memories with my friends and striving to be the best I can. When I'm tired and thinking cold I hide in my music and forget the day. The song is over and I am back to reality. I look in the rear view and can clearly see all the crossroads and wrong turns. Cant wait for the next song.
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