london bridges falling down
chasing cars
I need to wake up
from chasing cars
I never catch up
to these cars
to fast for me
I need to stop
my bridges
from falling down
within the ridges
lies the sound
echoing in my mind
are my own lies
starting to catch up
to the fast cars
which run me down
without mercy
into the ridges
created by
the falling bridges
of a mind that travels
dangerously
too fast
in cars
I can't catch
...ah maria, scoot over...you're in my seat...what a description of melife...never could say it, but you just did...i been in 4/4 time since i can remember and i loved the poem because it was/is me growing up plus...i was tired when i got through...good going on this maria...peace, chaz
But then control is often a precursor for devolution...when balanced, I crave the freedom of instability :> If I had a tail, I would have chased it along every ridge. It was a pleasure drinking from your sensory stream of subconscious dissociation.