the black pavement moves below me
with the subtle inconsistencies reminding me of life-
tonight the world is a blur from a vehicle
travelling zero to infinity (and all in between)
in all time and no time at all.

all at once, and never again
will the roads and paths seduce me
acting as a friend, this way
leads me from everything
i was sure i would never aspire to be-
leading me away from what i am
slowly becoming.

yet solemnly as i lay
in the ruins of a crash-
a twisted metal, modern artist dream
-those are alway our worst fears.
he would paint a picture of black and white
yet the colors would bleed-
for me.
black is the road where i reside
where i've lived and died-
the color is my soul
escaping through the artist's
bleak dream.

on the road, it started this way
and will end much the same-
a broken, disfigured painting
referred to as life.

04/06/2003

Author's Note: just for fun...

Posted on 04/06/2003
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