lights, windshields, brakes. doesn't matter if you are not watching.
can't think of a moment when you don't picture the end of the road the moment you get behind the wheel.
it may take minutes or hours, it doesn't matter either. you may or may not be prepared for whatever gets in front of you.
under the clear sky the lights lit softer. under the moon light the others look fussy, but why do you cover your viewing windows?
cross the bridge thinking my destination is right there but not every time that's absolute. nothing i believe is absolute, and sometimes i get hungry.
when the light turns red you need to stop, that would avoid the head on. anyway what's done it's done and you don't have a party going on.
for a moment my words become playful and she laughs and i want to hold her but nothing is absolute.
what were you thinking. and i forgot, until i passed by the same place and it was already clear. still i keep my eyes open to try and catch every light up. and my heart is still soft, but the shell is stiff enough.
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