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Why Knot Design

Reckless Driving


Raindrops on the windshield
Ashes on the dash
Driving away from yesterday
Until I run out of gas


The radios on high
Static in my mind
No matter how fast I drive
I can't leave the past behind


Then I come to a fork in the road
Can't decide which turn to take
And I start to lose control
I hit the brakes it was too late


Shattering glass and glinting steel
My hands are no longer on the wheel
Slipping out of consciousness I can't feel
Guess I'll never know if this trip was real


Floating above my body
I see a form of clay
Molded In the shape of others
My thoughts do not decay


Richard Joseph Yessian II