fifty five

by white horse.

i pressed my face against the window
and let light reflect off of everything

and you wonder what a crash would be like
at this speed

and someone who i wondered if i would ever know
talked openly about his life

and his fear of having children

"this world is just fucked up"

"i know" i agree
but my mind is someplace esle
visiting him years down the road
and never forgetting the moment he said

there has to be a god