Something I wrote while stuck in traffic to pass the time.


Rolling Techno Gear

Rolling down the highway
Heading nowhere fast in time
Breathing road dust by the bucket
Just to earn that extra dime

I'm the road king of the south coast
Standaside I'm coming through
Ain't got time to mess with motorheads
Who think they're wrecking crew

I'm eating miles and spitting dust
With springsteen in my ear
I'll floor the gas and make the pass
Hoping smokeys nowhere near

Not just another trucker
We're the modern pioneer
This ain't no covered wagon
ITs a rolling techno gear.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-08 at 13:32

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Zoya Zaidi
So true!!!
It is indeed amechinic life we lead,
Running, running all the time,
Running with nowhere to arrive,
Forgetting every thing in our strive,
That there is no moment to stop and think,
Where we are heading, where is the brink?
Where will this rush take us one day?
Our end will come, surely some day!
But when, we this will realise, life will
Pass us by in its strife!!!
(((((hugs))))
Bravo! Graham!!!
Love,xxx, Zoya
2006-01-09