Soft vibrations from the motor
fall up my skin
and tremble through my hands
my mind can't seem to keep
its grip on the steering wheel
I direct my life with a few rules
Rarely is there something I do that I
regret
I think my non-provoked values are the reason
I didn't need a church to tell me
that if you treat everyone with an ounce a dignity
even if they don't deserve it...
even if it makes your skin crawl
like cockroaches with the lights off...
Time is the color of red
the color of red is
a wound up jack in the box
When jack bounces
something this way comes
be it something new
or something usual
a simplification of life...
just a cycle of red?
what is green to you?
a continuance of the life you lead now
and in the way you lead it?
What do you do when the red glow
shifts
and you do what you want?
Do you treat life and people with respect
or
do you honk your horn from eight cars away
and speedily cause an accident
in someone else's life?
If you're one that honks...
That's pretty fucking greedy if you ask me.