old Ford

I find my self looking back to my child hood for answers something i miss or just did not see. Drunk and blind, stoned and dumb, triping falling out of touch from the foundation of my adult hood. Old rioted rusted out mind, grass growing out of my hood. Tires gone, windshield smashed. Flys buzz in and aroud my skeleton seats, old springs poke out faded paint. So much potential, now i lay in field, look back at what i was what i cud of ben.