swerve

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sometimes late at night

when the stars are out and

desperately trying to shine through

the thick city smog

i think about things

about God, about you, about life


sometimes when i can't sleep

i wonder what would happen if 

i took my life in my hands

and let it fall

because let's think about it!

i have to power to kill myself

or keep myself alive

it's so easy to die

so hard to live

and i wonder 

what would happen

if i pulled the steering wheel

because late at night

i want to pull the steering wheel

i need to pull the steering wheel

i can't pull the steering wheel

because as soon as i notice myself swerving

i stop and correct my trajectory

because pulling the steering 

wouldn't be enough

it's just not

effective

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