As I wait to depart like the disalusuonal art
Hope should never become a casualty that is set distant and apart
I feel like a tarmac river frozen in pure darkness like the colour black as I was first laid down,
I am always paranoid with these cats eyes watching over me,
When your the only person who controls those pedals down by your feet.
But as time goes on like everything else I get worn down and worn out left with scars and holes.