"rided" poems
i drift these gravel roads
till i run into crossroads.
i pick each path
as if im a psychopath.
drifting my feelings away
till i lay to stay.
every road is like a coded.
everyday im reminded
day or night
im drifting without a fright
despite the midnight
i fly-by-night
i do me
carefree
before i crash
in a flash.
as im drifting
im hurting
there's only one way out
without a doubt
im going to strikeout
with a wipeout.
rided or die
it's going to be a carryout!
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC