RETRO.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Human Movement.

dear passengers buckle up,
when you are in the wheels of motion.
fast, slow, you dictate the speed
drunk, pathetic, jubilance or sorrow
there's even more if you can take it.
in the wheels of motion,
you never can stop but move on.
roads with danger you think you're gone;
death, loneliness, poverty, emptiness
stop. you start waiting for those mighty fumes;
the smoke that erupts from a dead car
particles of anger lashing out towards the sky.
but people wont let you stop
the horns will still come in to evoke that mental push
because despair is but clouded judgement
and if you dont continue quickly
you will be lost.
Yet there's always a way back fast in this game
as long as you know that home is where the heart's at.
and you will hear the horns again;
pushing you once more,
on the road of life.

Written fashion may not be history @8:41 AM