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.
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