Lights in the Night
It was late one night.
Driving around, not a care, I felt so light.
Oh my! I was high as kite!
While I thought I couldn't be bothered, my friend let out a holler.
"COPPER!"
Oh my! What a fright!
Red and blue lights in my mirror, I could no longer see clear.
A quick whisp of wind, the cop took me within.
Cold metal on my skin, this was not a win.
Stared at my friend as they took me away, I was thinking to myself...
"How did I get this way?"
A moment of realness. Common sense left behind.
Had I listened to momma, I wouldn't of had to say "I'm sorry your'honna."
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