I quit. I’m done. No more of this, It’s over. I look up, But to the rear. Seeing the distance I’ve traveled, Hitting the gas. Tires howling To the next stop, Wherever that may be.
I quit. I’m done. No more of this, It’s over. I look up, But to the rear. Seeing the distance I’ve traveled, Hitting the gas. Tires howling To the next stop, Wherever that may be.