There goes that foreboding sound
Truly, my heart must be in the ground
Skyward to the clouds goes the other cars fender..
My heart has ceased to function..
Is there another place to be.. some other junction
Tell me have you been there.. no loss of limb
Yet, not quite able to function..
Deep breaths they say.. go on your way..
Collect your thoughts.. tis the order of the day
Find the owner.. exchange information..
Heart stop pounding.. there are no other stations..
Now, to face all the other explanations..
They say it was only metal.. yet, pride and your self-estimation Went skyward with the other fender.. lost in that fateful vibration |