( sometimes you just gotta write cuz you wanna write.. This piece falls in that category.. It amazes me how Q found it "contemplating" ... The title was just cuz of the last line.. And suprisingly it summed up the person's wuddayacallit CHARACTER !! I'll say this a million times and never tire - "I WRITE AND THEN MAKE SENSE")
A zillion questions on the windshield..
The wiper refuses to clear em clean..
The road is slimy, i got no wheels..
And the fuckin lights keep flickerin..
"Would it help if things got better?
would everything be al so fine in the crater?"
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Was i just babblin about a car?
Just flipped it up..didn't lead me far..
Got somethin grim on my head..
Can't get it off.. Dread this life !!
Don't wanna get it off.. No more strifes !!
"Well would it help if the arrow stayed in the quiver?
Why do we lash out always so bitter??"
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And for al the little words that spewed too much..
For al butterflies blemished.. I've earned a massive badge of Fick Mich !!!
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So now i'm here on this lonesome road..
And i Dunno why i'd craved for it..
So would it help if lightning struck twice?
Na, Guess It'd never help a lover in disguise..
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