Speed December 2, 2006
Posted by sporadicblogger in Life, Nonsense, Poem.trackback
This is not so old. Class 12, I think.
Life is a journey
And you’re a car
Running at ninety miles
An hour
You see the need
To brake ahead
You see a roundabout
You need to negotiate
There’s always
Someone stopping you
There are breakdowns
All around you
You see them, cars,
Whizzing by
And wonder why you can’t have
Just one smooth ride
You ache, and yearn to
Rev it up, and let loose
Speed over bumps, and cracks and walls
And not stop for anything at all
There’s less to think
No time to feel
When you fly down the road
At that awesome speed.
I can really identify with this. Different cultural background, but it reminds me of being on a long straight stretch of two-lane blacktop, out in the middle of nowhere, ready to take off and see how fast this car will really go.
And some rancher is letting his cattle wander around on the highway because it’s the open range, and they have the right-of-way.
Anticipation — frustration — exhilaration — aaah!
loveee it really too cool and captures wat i feel ‘wonder why i cant have just one smooth ride ‘ hahahhahahaha