parked my car eons away,
somwhere far, is all i can say,
it sat in mud on the side of the road,
where i watched the dawn and sang with a toad.
the clouds they melted into my glass,
as cars with people and lives they passed.
i sipped the sky with tomorrows face,
knowing ice will blend and cease without a trace.
this analogical thought dispersed into geustures,
of everbody's face i've ever known.
