Chaotic Times

It all starts,

with a wink and a smile

A continental trip,

that suits your style

That terrorist bomb,

that is so

Collapse of the economy
It feels like someone is robbing me.
I work eight hour days for just minimum wage
Under nine bucks

Crashing.

This wreck of my life

is leaving the rails,

 heading for the buffers,

all the brakes failed;

all exits jammed

I feel it all just crashing down,

And crushing me without a sound.

Making it so I cannot breathe

And so I question what I believe;

My

Crash
The eyes saw
At a distant

Teenagers
Playing with cars
For fun

No licence
No insurance

Just a stolen dream
Gone wrong