GoodYears
I have been rolling down on this same road; rolling on my GoodYears. Outside, the showers of rain Showers my reign. The acclaimed “King of the streets”, So prideful a name I so proclaim. But as my tires only know this coal tar, I’ve eventually lost control of this ‘hole’ car. The roundabout to me , as you figured, Is the closest i have ever come to change. Then I round back to the life I’ve always known. Change remains a phantom. Like gravity, I’m pulled in. Pulled back to this unfruitful life I have continued to live. And it’s me against the moon in this gravity contest. I doubt I’ll ever win … I doubt I’ll ever mean more than this… But…. Well… We’ll see!
