Pan out

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Driving into the sun
The warm welcoming heat
Glowing on these lanes
Packed with thought
Leading to a doorstep:
A place I never call home
Because I feel as though
I’m just visiting here
And don’t really belong.

Driving into the sun
The warm welcoming heat
Maybe I’ll carry on
Past my destination
Allow my car to leave
The road and drift through space
Towards the burning damnation.

Perhaps, everything will pan out
Or at the very least, pan right.

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