Driving Without Gas.

Tue, 10/22/2013 - 20:19 -- MadPoet

I am driving without gas and without a destination.

On a track without interpretation.

Seemingly moving forward striped of imagination.

I look ahead and see nothing to my devastation.

I am so tired and weak from this recreation.

I cannot stop and change my aspiration. 

I don't see a place where I fit in this creation.

I can only walk forward to my own obliteration.

Without any altercation.

No levitation.

Machination.

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