Crashing Down
Dancing round the arena
Trying to escape the fact
That this show can't make me happy
And this dance is just an act
People sighing irritably
As I desperately try
To recreate the atmosphere
This can no more supply
Defeated I stand still
Watching expectations fail
The lights go up and so
Back to the car I trail
My friend drives cautiously
Through the midnight traffic's snare
But we're tired and disappointed
And forget how to beware
So slowly then I witness
A lorry clips her car
And we go spinning sluggishly
At eighty miles an hour
It's like a fairground ride
Crashing into metal walls
These could be my last moments
And I do not care at all
And when this deadly crash occured just like I'd always dreamed
There's a reason why I didn't gasp and why I never screamed
And when the doctor told me "Easily you could have died"
There's a reason why I didn't gape and why I never cried.
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2007
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