DarkheartPoet

I see them go by. I see them roll by. The leer at me, the yell at me. Their finger raised in a crude salute to the human race. I just want my blacktop back The spitting of loose rocks. Burning rubber, this empty road. 'Cause I'm finally free, I'm out of this place Just me and the road, no where to be No where to go All I need is my car and some speed Back home again, my trip done I'm away from home I'm back at the work drone They bark and they scream, I just want my blacktop back The spitting of loose rocks. Burning rubber, this empty road. 'Cause I'm finally free, I'm out of this place Just me and the road, no where to b

Life is like the wheels of a bike spinning round leaving a trail of dust do you want to live or do you want to die living is a must your choice is life or bust exististance is nothing more than a game maybe this sounds lame but like a blacksmith needs ore we all need to live and leave a legacy maybe one of war maybe one at sea or maybe one of a poet but don't ask me i don't know it this predetermined fate but we all need to be ourselves and not just everyone elses enemy

I am no one that You could have remembered from way back when we met I am just a man That you once knew and had loved But now im unknown You don't care about how i felt when you left me you had destroyed me