whoa this goes so well with the bridge collapes in minnapolis{cant spell}well except the part where you had to pee i really think thats what new reports do great poem peach
Today I woke up feelin' different.
I wasn't mad or sad.
I was indifferent.
I had to pee.
I realized. This is it.... Life.
And... I ain't goin' nowhere.
Or am I?
There were some people who didn't make it home last night.
Crossing the bridge on 35W, over the Mississippi.
In my part of town.
Probably thinking, "This is the fastest way ".
Collapse!
Nothing.
And as destruction falls, the news reporter yells out.
"Can we replay that footage from the last half hour?
Its almost time for my smoke break".
Hey, he wasn't on that bridge! He needs some time to kill himself slowly.
Afterall, he ain't goin' nowhere... right?
Living everyday, like we have 1,000 tomorrows.
We yell.
We hurt.
We make "forever" decisions, in arguments that take us 20 minutes.
Everyday, making choices. Our set-up for the next step.
What if we make the wrong moves? What if we paln to wait?
its ok. We'll always have tomorrow.
We'll fix it later.
We ain't goin' nowhere.
... Not Ever Again...
whoa this goes so well with the bridge collapes in minnapolis{cant spell}well except the part where you had to pee i really think thats what new reports do great poem peach
Yes, The bridge collapse was frightening, Especially seeing as how I live less than 15 miles from where it happened. Had me thinking about all the people I care about.
Thinking about how people say hurtful things to eachother... what if those words were the last words they exchanged? ... I dunno... stuff like that.
... Not Ever Again...
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