Chapter 10 - Static

Static

In this dreary ride down the road
Others certainly know it-- how long they last
The painful exaggeration of time nearly murders Us
A wave of cloth cover our grave hearts
To shade over working minds
Thoughts dragging out the mirthless quiet from within
Clear, and out for display through listless eyes

He turns the radio on
The heavy static locked inside
Voices so blurred, so indistinct
The windows being the only barrier close to liberty
Forcibly pounding-- crowding ears-- with pollution
Hands gripped their seats soundlessly
Nearer, we wished the end would be
To escape this reality full of distortion

The tightening clasp of the seatbelt
Never felt so fatal until now
There were no sign or move of resistance
The noisy mesh of sound interpreted
Yes-- the reflection of his caged anger.