Steel Dreams

Like many before me, my Empire began As but a passionate boy’s dream They said risks outweigh the reward Or, at least, so it would seem I immersed myself in knowledge Every action and reaction honed From the classrooms to the boulevards Each day fitting the next stone Then the day finally came To step up and take that great leap And begin an incredible journey Knowing well it would be no easy feat But word of my endeavor traveled And men came from near and across the sea I opened the doors to my Cathedral And invited them all in to see Many came to worship Brethren together the only rule At an altar born from steel and chrome Incense the aroma of rubber and raw fuel We gorged our mechanical desires Repeated stories of guts and grit Carrying the torch of automotive redemption Assuring every candle remained lit Some donated their internals So that others could live on Some found a new lease on life And sadly, some were too far gone Dreams of vehicular expression Were baptized with blood and sweat Blessings obtained by nods of approval And jealous whispers under their gasping breathe The sands of time have now swept away Most all remnants of that mythical place But relics take form in our memories and tall tales And in Hot Rod History is The Junkman encased