Sometimes we, drive we drive cars to fast to keep up with people on the side walks and so fast the garbage flowers blooming in the ally don't even allow a smell to ride shotgun in the backseat,
And as we ride we ride fast so fast that we forget what it feels to step or walk
We all have a reason to ride and we all pretend we have no feeling of rage of why we can't walk or go slow and think, think in silence so we just sit and Talk...
We talk of things like brain numbing agents from d.r.u.g.s but we never think, think of the future when we must stop to get gas when the needle touches the E meter and what it's gonna feel like when we get out, out of the lambos and Cadillac's that we live so fondly in and we use for warmth from the cold what will we think when we must get gas and turn off the heater, the heater that keeps the brain shielded from cold airs but not shielded from other drivers our thoughts but when we do get put of our cars we will be weak, weak from the air and other drivers and have pain in our legs from actually walking home but some will enjoy this walk for this walk will give a chance to finally learn about the birds and fresh air and for get the garbage flowers and trees of doubt but for most the walk will be a terrible pain filled walk and a desperate fleet to find a way to walk so desperate we use try to escape the ground so desperate we grab anything just for a little speed bikes skates piggy back rides ANYTHING! just anything to stop walking....
YOU ARE READING
the utter truth.
Poesía"This word you want to say is a word held back by chained teeth and a snake tounge"
