Moving like a car with no brakes
Down a hill with bumps and potholes
I can't drive straight
My life is out of control
My safety belt is on but I don't feel safe
Death at every corner, the stiff steering wheel holds my fate
The road twists and turns, swallowing up my efforts like a snake
Moving like a car with no brakes
I keep moving anyway
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THE MANOEUVRES: POETRY
PoetryDrawn from past experiences, current emotions and the future wishes of a South African young man - The Manoeuvres is about fate, bitterness, regret, destructive behavior and the path to glorious rediscovery in this harsh, crazy world.
