The language of apologies is cheap
And quick convenient in its rhetoric.
Actions toil and we must close our lips,
Love is not love but troubled doublespeak.
That said, dreamed dreams can choke the day-to-day,
As hearts shift justice through the oil and heat,
Driving fast lanes between the cash and play,
With fragile metals you cannot cheat for speed.
Sometimes its all we have – our words, our dreams,
The body's petrol powered ambitions dry.
Inspiration like premium gasoline,
A hope-black engine in your chassis cries.
Concrete and rubber meet and trouble burns,
Keep steady, tight ahead, and take the turns.