"Backward Motion"
I'm at a strangest location in a locomotion.
Traveling in slow motion.
Devoid of all emotion.
Life's is just a notion.
Running at an unbelievable pace to get nowhere in somebody elses place.
Outside the inner starry space, to communicate with our human race.
Riding on the pinhead of a needle, to take a spin in a volkswagen beetle.
As the earth shakes from its latest quake.
Your glass body's head breaks.
Wondering how much it takes.
At the going rates, eating off our platinum plates.
It's the mistakes that makes cake bakes.
This rhyme scheme gathers no steam.
In an ecstasy's dream.
Things end up the way they don't seem.
By Anonymous Bosch alias J. Billet circa 04.07.2015
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