The cave under the bridge just on the edge of town,
A diner light with neon yellow lights.
Filled with the smells of various forms of fear,
It's not where I intended to end up.
A chasm, the fissure is clear!
What it means for the future is uncertain.
Regardless of the forlorn reality,
The diner and it's forgotten dream.
It still felt like home that night.
Something about the land was strangely familiar,
There were good things in the air too,
I went outside, plugged my nose and breathed them in.
I was told not to worry, there is a standing reserve.
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