So I passed by the long road
A commotion ahead.
It seemed the storm had passed
And took away the dead
2 souls gone, 3 almost
Is what they said ;
When I asked around
A college boy mushed into Red.

And so it rang me
Deep in my head
He must've had a plan
Before going to bed.
Maybe call his lady love at dawn
Or even pass a test
Little did he know
It's harder done than said.

The alarm rang, he packed his bag
Might've have had breakfast in bed.
His parents just sent him off to college
though, they never would've guessed,
he's leaving this time (forever)
never to return, instead.

3 others crippled on the side grass
All bloodied red
Probably grateful to have lived
( As yet )
But the driver and the college boy
Are long gone, dead.

And so it struck me again
a lonesome request.
Do not go to sleep
With your heart upset.
Tell them you care, even a pinch
'fore it turns into a regret.

Tomorrow is not assured
But it's also, not here yet.
Say exactly how you feel
Whether love or hatred.
Words burn from within
When left
Unsaid.

A.S.