Gravity on July 13th
An endless road in a dessert,
Warns me to end my relentless journey.
Stormy wind stirs up dirt,
And scoffs my car as if it were a gurney.
I won’t heed your alert,
For the grave sky is my destiny.
Towards the horizon I race,
For my car is deemed to fly.
In the rain it flies high.
I see raindrops roll up on the windshield.
And fly back into the sky.
Towards the horizon I race,
For my heart is deemed to fly.
I feel tears flow up along my face,
Back into my eyes and leave no trace.
