Back-Seat DriverA Poem by Captain RilenDo you ever get that feeling, That you're just watching your life, It's streaming before your eyes, It's simply passing you by. And you have no ability to cry, As you haven't got any control. Soon enough you'll have to die, Your mind has already grown old. And you wish that you were told, That life could be this way. Before all of your days, Began to slip away. You can't do much now, You're carried by the waves. All you can do is watch, Trying to ensure he behaves. When you seize the reigns again, You hope you won't let go. If you do you'll disappear, Become someone that none know. And you'll be drifting there, Floating and unconscious. Incapable of enacting your will, Unable to throw any punches. Your back curls and it hunches, It's under this weight that it crunches, And it's starting to break out in punctures, And you're pouring out of them in bunches. You're sitting in the back seat, Watching someone else as they drive. And whenever they crash, You're the one who remains alive. © 2016 Captain RilenFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on April 18, 2016 Last Updated on April 23, 2016 AuthorCaptain RilenAustraliaAboutIt was time for a new description! I'm sorry I don't review work as much but if I get a review from you I will always try to post one back once I have the time. University and work are both demanding .. more..Writing
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