Who am I, where am I headed?
When I cry, I melt less and freeze more;
I freeze so strong, I'm almost virile.
My mind's a one-way traffic lane now -
There's no looking back;
There can't be any.
I look ahead.
I can see my guiding light again;
The divine glow that has steered me thus far.
I'm happy that my little car doesn't have a good rear-view mirror.
The one that hangs in front of me is tarnished -
with the moisture that was shed uncouth.
This mirror gives me the creeps; I don't look back!
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