I'm sick of playing games i need some rest away from the truth you're only looking for some action i'm only looking to where my next day is coming from not convinced as to the safety of this line protecting me from critical demise when it's so easy, why does it go so wrong? when it can't fail, why does it go so wrong? your broken dreams slowly become periphrial a temporary lapse of concentration we were lucky to walk away tonight from the aquaplane that spun us around into the central reservation, just like in my premonition a thankful revalation: that all the things we're paying for might work hyperventilate we were lucky to walk away tonight.
Reason for writing:
was looking out of the side window of the car i was in to see a car, smashed up and in flames at the side of the road. on the grass verge, was a young guy, and his girlfriend, holding each other, realising how lucky they both were. these things capture my imagination sometimes.
Birth sign: Cancer
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