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!