The hum of steel
Beneath those feet
Rushing wind flows
Through the crack
Leaving strands
(in disarray)
Traffic slows and
Traffic flows
In four lanes
Side by side
A shimmering blonde
Jets past you side
You're straining to
Catch up
Traffic slowing
Blood is flowing
Her exit's
Coming up!...sigh...(what to do?)
You passed a Porsche
Three miles back
His motor's gaining stride
When he passes
You sit back
And contemplate the drive
What do you do
If gas flow fails?
Or if your tires explode?
(You'll slide sideways and die of course!)
Caller: The theological implications are obvious. When someone shouts "Go", what other choice do you have but to stand in his way and respond "It is against my religion."
But then again, you may choose to fall back into the fiery pits of hell and reconcile yourself to the fact that you're only really a fool and nothing more than that.
Danny Brilliant:Whoa!
Can you still see me?
Standing by the road? (I hope so)
Consider your position
For a moment or so
Can you still tell
While your ulcers bleed
How you're feeling now?
Brakes are squealing
Now you're
The traffic's running down