Car View
When I was a child
Sitting in the front seat,
Was the greatest privileage
My eyes would glow as I looked out
I'd push my seat to its very edge
Only able to peer over the dash.
Life was simple and beautiful.
Unitl I didn't have to be at the edge,
I could see the world for what it was.
The world was descructive:
My eyes glazed over at the land outside,
The world wasn't simple as before.
Chaos rushes past and nears disaster
The simple feat of a glance out of the window,
Life was once easy edging the seat of exploration.
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