buckle up, and enjoy the ride. from confident, to panicked, to grief, to sadness, then the end.
A once squeaky wheel,
Thrown finally
Violent with repetition
For seconds, minutes, then hours
I held tighter,
Knuckles loosing blood
Maybe nothings wrong
But time never stops
And with it chaos
So, we fall apart on the side of the road
In company with fallen tires and sushi too old
Minutes, seconds, then hours
To spin off, sit down, throw up,
Come back,
Do it again