Those thrilling days are lost,
Forever. “How to live now?”
He was driving all night long
Sliding on the slick highway.
Niel was going through hell,
Harsh memories well remain,
His beloved girl died last year.
She would’ve been seventeen,
Today. “And what now?,” Niel
Humbly asked himself, while
Gathering images of her in
The deep ravels of his mind,
“She was so real, so… complete.”
Grasping tightly to the fly-wheel
The man scrunched the accelerator
As far as his foot would let him. It’s
An old but clunky Shelby Mustang,
The roadster was floating in the air.
“Sophie loved feeling the wind…”
On this last and residual thought,
He didn’t think nothing any more,
And in just a fraction of a second,
Niel was gone… in a perfect calm.
The clockwork of life had frozen.
Sometimes it takes quite nothing
To hit outerspace, a singular point;
One of these enlightened moments
That sharply appear to be eternal.
Niel suddenly realised he had been
Daydreaming for quite a few miles,
He pulled up the foot off the pedal.
The engine though gently came down
As our fellow manoeuvred a U-turn
Propelling him towards downtown.
He pondered over a life of his own,
Then redeemed the value of his life.
“Life is a thrill… I should suppose…”,
He mumbled, as he drove back home.