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No Control I was travelling down the road On a pleasant Sunday afternoon Music on the radio My hands firmly on the wheel When suddenly The van I was following swerved to the right A wall of gray appeared in front of my windshield Slammed into me like a hammer A second later, the car behind Stepping on the brakes Plowed into my rear. Stunned I took two deep breaths And staggered out the door... No one was hurt-only minor cuts and bruises But the cars were demolished. It seems a trailer had broken from its rig Careened into my lane and smashed into my car. Had the angle been slightly different, I might have been decapitated. There was no time to avoid the impact. Nothing I could have done. I was lucky to be alive. Or unlucky that the trailer came unhitched. Or was it luck at all to be on this particular road at this particular moment in time? In the way of the world There will always be questions Without answer Things that are beyond our comprehension Forces over which we have No control.
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