Well I thought things like this did not happen to ordinary men.
Yep the truck hit me. The truck, which I was not suppose to let hit ME. Yep the
one you were all prepared to move a clear distance from as you saw it coming. No
Rolling Stones "Emotional Rescue" here. Nope only a real dick of a
brain that is as smart as a dick. (Makes no sense)What have I had not enough of
shit flying at me? I ramble on here as I have been waiting by the side of the
road in my life and luckily (I thought) would have a second chance at the
woman, which for sure I said I would never touch or love again, take another
shot at my heart. No I did not get picked up by the family bus, I got T-boned
by a truck which I should have known better was there. Too much emotion, not
enough love. Damn it!! Why in the world is it so hard for people to understand
that you only get one chance to grow the grass of your life, but have many
times to cut it. Take a shot at it, change, trust, pass, fail, it's all an experience.
But me I have to jump into the lion’s den and not see that I was ready but she
is not.
So the truck hits me and I don't complain.
Hooked by the bumper, dragged along, and bouncing along the road. Yep that's
me. Not driving the truck and hooked on by my belt, but wait. Wait WAIT!
There still is scenery and flowers and sun and snow and life going on as I get
dragged along.
Always me seeing the sunny side of the
rock even when it is under ground.
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