Strong on the outside and perishable on the inside.
I am built like a car with one passenger
Speeding at 75 miles per hour.
Don't know when to stop, the engine hollers.
Have to get somewhere, got to get there fast.
Only speed as a distraction to forget my past.
Have to know when to slow down.
Have to know when to take things slow.
Even if that means living for today is the only way to go.
Distraction takes your mind off the past,
but why not just think about your future.
Cruising at 35 miles per hour.
1 comment:
you have good metaphors, and you told me this
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