Writing

Sometimes driving makes me wonder 

Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare

Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise

We spend so, so much time

Moving from one place to another

Your a sharpened blade,

All of you.

All the hurt,

You put me through.

Are you happy?

Did that make you smile?

Only now,

VERSE #1:

Why can life be so hard?

Why can it leave you broken and scarred?

Why can the world be so mean?

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance

just out of death's grasp

to let an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

in control 

as I swerve and dodge the line

There was a girl.

Dancing with the little kids,

and smiling.

He,

the one watching her,

forgot what it was like to be happy like that.

She, 

the girl,

reminded him.