Gearbox

Noah

His heart was racing
Just like the drag cars down the block
In the inner city
Every turn was dodging a glock
His youth wasn't ready
His ambition held steady
And the dreams in his brain were all polished and pretty

His head like a gearbox
Always in motion
Cramming parts inside his cranial ocean
Coming home to the dusk
Sitting through until dawn
Cranking the gears
In search of a will to go on

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2018 11:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Resa71

    “ His head like a gear box
    Always in motion.” Cramming parts
    Inside his cranial ocean “

    I really like this!



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