Random Works of Pure Brilliance and Failure.

Into the Street.

Walking down the street,

Glancing at me feet.

I wonder what it's like,

To take a hike.

Into the middle of the road,

I strode.

In front of a car,

I realize I've never been into a bar.

As the tires screeched,

And the car reached,

I realized I never said goodbye,

But I fall to the ground,

As I start to cry.

*sorry for all the awkward punctuation, I'm not very good with it*