Sunday, February 21, 2010

Driving Down the Road


Turned the ignition on
Slowly I eased on to the road
With a cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow
Lying on the next seat

I started driving
Down the winding road
With a little red ribbon and its bow
On the cheque book on the next seat

I kept driving
Into the city full of toys
And so many new things that came by
With gift-wraps and little bows

Window shopping
All way to the new stores
Shows and handbags with glittery gems
And many new dresses

Hanging by the window
All so tempting to be taken
I stepped down whenever whatever
Everything into the backseat

Things kept piling
Bills with ink and fading
Stuffed with excess baggage back there
Full of colors and cute little noises

Tired of driving
Drove into a motel down the road
Parked the car at the parking, full to the core
With a cheque book in my hand

On the bed, just lying
Thinking of all the things
Lying in the backseat to the brim
Colors and cute noises

Then to throw it
Throw it all way for one
On little precious thing better than
All the excess baggage

Walked to car
Dumped it all out of
Picked the one thing I would want
Threw it all away

Started driving
With a cheque book next
To me in gift-wrap and a little bow
A precious one in the backseat

In the drone
Of the driving I couldn't
Hear the tin-can tattering at the back
A tin-can tied to the rear

Picked up
My scissors to cut
The tin-can out of the way
Cut the rope

Couldn't do it
May be tomorrow
May be another tomorrow
Let it be for a while

In the drone
Of the driving I couldn't
I couldn't hear it ever at all
Let it be for a while

Started driving down the road
A precious one in the backseat
In next, cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow
A tin-can tattering tied to the rear

Maybe tomorrow
Another morrow
One precious better
Than a backseat full
Yet a tin-can tatters
Cheque book never ends
Cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow
And precious in the backseat