One Second
The hydrant at the corner is missing,
The windshield is red.
Beneath the hood sounds a lot of hissing.
A neighbor's dog barks off his head.
My friends in the back are cold
While I'm still warm.
All of us firmly in the seat belt's hold,
I've sounded the alarm.
The message in my lap remains unsent.
My best friend wonders Where you at?
God be merciful and let me repent.
For He knows where I'm at.
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