Motorised Dreams

Pretty girls in candy cane cars
Glamorous personas to construct at the matinee bar
Nervous old fools on dead end drives
Try to out dash the ends of their lives
The truck drivers craving young flesh
Bored, staring at cellophane countryside through wire mesh

Drink your coffee and put your foot down
Be on time for the boss, lest be greeted by a frown
Get the feeling there’s not enough hours in the day?
Then down some more coffee and be on your way

The forecourt flows with a constant stream of people
Dead eyes enter the petroleum church beneath the neon steeple
The sea of black top never seems to end
Day and night, wind and bend
Join the traffic jam, join the motorised hive
Crawl towards the edge of the reaper’s scythe

Promise of your life
Taste the sweet nectar of life
Run your tongue across the sharp knife
And taste the promise of your life

Promise of your life.

By Dann Dos

Copyright October 2005