Hands steady on the steering-wheel
trees passing by all blurry
arachnid thunderbolt blinding the eyes
…
We left so sudden, we were unmindful
I still remember the sweet smile among the smelly sadness
So fishy selfish, we were simply oblivious
…
Hours behind the steady wheel
ideas passing by, images all blurry
arachnid thunderbolt blinding the mind
…
Years have passed, we were so lonely
In the photograph the same smile and no trace of old scents
we’ve gotten used to the lonely room for two, only two
…
Hands on the steering-wheel still
well contoured trees out the window
Finding the right parking spot, I dislike walking
…
Going through the voice message
all the messages you’ve been sending for us two
thunderbolt clear and still arachnid
being there for us, maybe, maybe it is just right
