Still see you, but in the Rear-view

in the black and white today,
found it alongside the daily buzz,
found out it was time to let it go,
that it was never really me and mine, and i
thought about it on the way to the car
and in line at the grocery,
and it was never me and mine, and i
knew it from the start.
but you had it dangling like a pin,
and before i cut you out, Lady Damocles, i understood the price
and paid it anyhow.
is that hopeful or pre-school? well,
i found the radiation to remove the constellation, and you are cut
out
but you don't remove the scars,
you never take the scars.
you don't know the might of your old scepter,
but this was never yours,
this new kingdom, this new shore.
down the traffic-line, i can see a slow-crawling car
make it's way, wearily, throught the intersection.
i think i sympathize.
i turn the music up a little, and accelerate.