Haulting

by k i k i   Aug 23, 2005


Screeching of the brakes,
And everything, it comes to a hault.
Time spinning by,
Nothing seems to matter anymore.
Stopping, never seeing the green light.

In the drivers seat,
I am in control.
Actions that are faced before me,
I must take a stand.
Roaring of the engine, stopping.

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