Egoistic Vent
By Russ
Wow, what a journey, when you go for a drive. Like a drug, like a rush, an individual high. It's just you and machine against a world that's complex. Your in total control, you decide what is next. But this is the day your mind's wrecked and distraught. You climbed in your car to seek peace ...so you thought. You drive as you ponder furious thoughts in your head. Your hand squeezes the stick, your foot forms into lead. As your venting this anger, your mind seems caressed. You approach a speed that puts life to its test. You then comprehend new enigma today. Red glow ahead defines a frightful delay. As the rubber paints the pavement so black. You reach the assumption of life you will lack. You don't see the blood of the family you tore. You don't hear the baby with mother no more. As you saw red, you accepted your death. A thought rather selfish, being now you have breath. The headlines declare, "An Accident Occurred, 3 People Are Dead, The Cause Is Still Blurred". You vented that anger by means of machine. While taking 3 lives you had never seen. You know the truth, but it's fuzzy, you say. You vented your anger, and just walked away. Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 02:06 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Wow, what a journey, when you go for a drive...."