Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Bad Ride

Bad Ride

Crouched against an icy wind:

the motor howls a banshee wail
my metal demon rends the night
blazing an uncharted trail
choices flashing left and right

Rushing blindly through the dark:

the road to anywhere before
faster, flying through the gloom
life adheres to plan no more
racing headlong to my doom

Clinging to a metal steed:

turnings taken without thought
follow pathways without name
when all order leads to naught
all roads to hell look just the same