with a rusted,dented fender...
i drive off into my life.
seeking the Christ that can pound it out and bring back the light...

bring back the shine to the surface of a machine that has seen better days.

as i'm rolling away,...i do it with faith.

traveling across the earths face...
               my driver seat is in the here and now...
set within the vehicle that pulls me along out into the future.
where it will roll,...i can't be too sure.
my hands are on the wheel...
it's a slippery device that bears the lubrication of perspiration which is my life...

the tires have spun for far too long...
everything in the rear view will soon be gone.

onward...rusted...into the horizon...