I feel the cold inside my fingers
Trying to turn them into Steel
Like notches on an arrowhead
My joints will not yield
To the bending ways of the steering wheel

Metal and plastic, ice and ore
Barrel beneath my soaking shoes
And I the driver of this Ford
Try desperately to warm
Be it not to you

It was a scene from every cliché old Hollywood romance flicks
but it was my moment
the moment where I strolled down the line of orange trees towards
the French café that has been around before I was alive
but came around in the middle of yours
I gazed up at you
(I being the one in overalls)
you looked off into the distance
(you, a light blue shirt to bring out your aged eyes)
but the scene will forever be sketched in my brain
because I thought of you the most magnificent human to ever bless this earth with your masterpiece
your old yellow car sat in the lot behind you
the sun set, you sipped on your orange juice
and with just one wink
my youth gleefully floated away

Mile after mile
I'm tapping with my foot on the rythm of the trafficsigns
But also on the beat of the music coming from the radio
With my eyelids I blink the light away from me
I'm letting the silence get to me
The sound of people talking from the seats in front of me
Disappears in the sound of the rain

I'm a poet under influence
Thinking of the good old days

"Stop texting and driving! Thats illegal!",
I shout out as I speed
past a car
on the freeway.

I am not fond of any luxury car,
So they gave me a Company car,
A 16-wheeled armoured car!

'Tis indeed a very rough ride,
High above the ground is its ride,
Enemies are so afraid of my ride!

You stand on

Busy street corner

And imagine,

That you are not here

That you do not exist.

People are walking,

Cars beeping,

Shops are getting open.

World continues to live without you.

It is painful to understand that.

But necessary...

There's a cross on the corner of the highway
Standing tall in front of the rest station lot
There's a man that comes and visits and he stays all day
His hands wiping desperately at his tears distraught
This cross was not here yesterday
Oh look what the cold weather has brought