the car crush
didn't last
I had a car once,
and I pedalled it
with my legs as its pistons,
I propelled myself sustainably,
faster in my redness.
I travelled those cold streets,
comfortable in my plastic bug,
happy in my youthful exertions.
Now, I ride a bike,
quicksilvering down streets
lined with white paint and different trees
and my legs are still pistons,
saving our lungs and saving me money.
A car, something thats far away -
hours I wont strive,
kilometres I wont drive
Instead
Ill ride to destiny,
away from my little red car
and towards
well, I dont know,
I must be going somewhere
just not as fast as some.
I had a car
once.