P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Monday, November 10, 2008
So, I'm a bullet. When the trigger is pulled, I never looked back. I pierce through everything in my way mercilessly, aiming for the target.
Yes, I've hit it. It was incredibly precise. Stunningly accurate. I piereced and burnt through the target. I gave my all.
And now I'm lying here. The heat in me starting to subside. I'm settling in. I did it!
So, what now?
Why does it feel so cold suddenly?
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I'm the speedy bullet train! The fastest in the world speeding up to 210km/h. I'm so driven for my destination! Call me unstoppable!
I reach my destination in minutes! Not hours. Not days. Not Weeks nor Months.
The best magnificently fastest train in the world! Nothing compared to the other carriers.
.....But sometimes I wish I could be them for a change. Because I would love to see all the 'stop' signs, the people, buildings, mountains, rivers and lakes. I would love to see the faces of those who watches me, fascinated by my speed and my shiny beautiful armour! The raw emotion on their faces is simply satisfying!
But all I do is passing them by....cause I just keep on going, going and going.
City of Weirdos. 3:53 PM
