Cerebral Residue

But that feeling,

when life is slipping from your grasp.

Maybe because it was never that thunderous,

at all.

What will do when that happens?

You know what you should do?

I do.

You take the fucking wheel.

It’s your ride now,

And it always was.

The only difference is that you have the keys.

The only question is whether you are going to put the keys in the ignition

or be the

dead fucking fly

laying waste on the windshield.