One Way Ticket The way we're going, Has me questioning, If anyone is driving? The headless horseman, Engineers the runaway train, In a tailspin freefall. The speechless human, Realizes his lame brain, Too late for us all. Able to grasp the thought, Of what we've brought, Able to grasp the situation, But, unable to find friction. The way we're going, Has me questioning, If anyone is driving? As I look out the window, Our rate accelerates... Exponentially. Gee. What's what's hard to know, As my panorama turns to blur, Is anyone sure? Repeat: The headless horseman.... Looks like I've bought a one way ticket, I guess that's what I get, When I don't plan my trip... When I don't plan to trip? Yup. I'm likely to fall flat on my face, In utter disgrace.
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