Medicated

He took his pills out for a ride In the chariot of the mind now set on fire With an engine inside that was a Porsche Ninety miles an hour is not enough The country side is lovely this time of year The lake is near enough to touch the sky Old men are old enough to die It was the sun and it was late Later than the color red It was something he forgot to take When you ride with pills outside What should you do with them… or should you They walk along the shore when they arrive He does not drink the water It could be contaminated So the pills remain inside the bottle Perhaps in side a pocket he forgot But for what, it might not matter He can always take them later than tomorrow The pills and bottle aren't going to decide