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Sometimes, I get this lonely feeling,
Like I'm a fish on my own- swimming upstream.
While all the other travelers head down-street,
I ponder my existence and wonder while reeling-
At the blinding I receive from the drivers around.
Would life be better if I conformed?
Would friends surround, popularity abound?
Would I- could I see past the brights?
Would I be any better, driving with my highlights?
Would I fit in if I helped their eyes burn?
Or is the high road the choice to keep my headlights low?
Why can't I roll down the window, tell them to learn:
"To keep the thrice-damned high-beams off when there are others in your disco show."
Seriously, Mr. LED, why the hell do you need those up
when you're less than 12 feet behind me?
Is my eyesight and your safety of such insignificance
that you would deny us both so that you have a good view of my vehicular license
plate as I flail an arm from the front seat;
trying to scream over your sub-woofer's sick beat;
covering my mirrors and trying to signal-
"If you turned down your lights, you wouldn't be the world's biggest A-Hole!"