A time will come,
When you don’t even,
Own your own body,
On the side of the road,
A full breakdown not a common,
Puncture,
Leave your heart, it’s broken,
Total mechanical failure.
What will you do?
Trust what you have given?
Love, a blue opinion?
You have only what you spent.
You think you can ride your habits,
You should be fine,
It’s just, the vehicle is suddenly inoperable.
Laugh,
Your soul no longer requires a fading heart.
–evocative short poetry–
Short Poetry 