The sun, it blinds me.
My path is no longer visible.
My legs, they move, my feet, they walk,
But I feel so frozen in place.
Where am I going?
Cars whiz by.
My ears sting
From the noise and the cold,
But silence sits inside my head.
My body pulls me,
And I face the headlights of a gray car.
It doesn’t slow, and I don’t move.
In the distance I hear sirens coming towards me.
Where am I?
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