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!
