Everlasting Ride

Within a deep forest beneath a towering tree Runs an everlasting stream of immortality Bubbling amid shattered and ancient stones From it, a bottle is filled and later spilled Upon the back of a fearful and trusting frog Condemning him to an eternal hop Often he passes over the grave of the young girl That has long grown old and passed away She had refused to herself partake, in that same bottle She spilled it upon the amphibian grey hide of the lovely toad Ensuring him a never ending bounce, forever freezing him In place, within the cycle of life, living each day, just to be Spending his time diving beneath a million wheels Upon a red hot suicidal highway, hoping for relief Dreaming of one day joining her in an everlasting sleep Approaching quickly, a motorcycle appears The toad closes his eyes and waits The rider slows and scoops up the amphib with his gloved hand The machine gains speed as the frog is placed in a jacket pocket He wiggles his head free, watching his world vanish in the distance He feels the rumble of the rider's laugh