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Running on Empty
by
Rusty Broadspear
Coasting, freewheeling, feet up on the
dash.
Mournful music wails
Heart seized right up
Mind has left the rails.
Rocking and rolling, expecting to crash.
Guitar strings cry
Crying’s done for me
Eyes are sore and dry.
Running on empty, will I feel the smash?
Feelings dead and numb
Aching and tender
Underwhelmed, overcome.
Discarded, rejected, troublesome trash
The driver sleeps
Light in sadness
Eyes closed, his mind weeps……
As steadily, all becomes quite still
The battery dies
Musical notes leave
Like a host of friendly butterflies
Dipping silently over nearby hill.
Then he saw a picture
Within a flock of birds
A picture of his future
Made up of many words.
His journey on an empty tank
Fuelled and steered by fate
Hopeless fears having sank,
He’d reached his future, his golden gate.
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