Streets of tyranny

I dare not make any unnecessary detours, but look straight ahead,
too many familiar faces and haunting places leaving me feeling very
nervous inside, my ugly past sweeping by like some highway patrol on
the lookout for long ago residents, looking in bringing me damaging
thoughts to my head, need to hurry, be done with this street named Hazzard
that crisscrosses with Burden, drive faster, find the highway towards my
own safety, far away from hells garden of too many restless tombstones along the way,

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lessons of life