– Vroom –
Says the Car
– Crash –
Answers I

There may not be
Any end
To our eternal
Flights

– Screech –
Says the Car
– Roll –
Answers I

There may not be
Any end
To our eternal
Lifes

So
We all makes mistakes

It’s to late
To hit the brakes

We are flying
Beyond our boundries

We are doing
Whatever it takes

To

Crash

To

Frighten the masses
We are all rash and fearless

Scatter our ashes
Please

In the dry air
By the clearblue seas

 Print This Post | | Save as txt

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 17th, 2008 at 4:55 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.