the crash they say
is falling apart,
more than drifting away.
th e rash they see
in th e mirrors cracked,
they make him feel very guilty.
Guilt alone leads to suicide,
says the Doctore Haise,
Is there a Ctrl+Z to the life, I ask?
shrilly the nerve inside,
thumping was it last night,
and just memory starts the roaring engine,
again, and I felt a little pain,
and the nerve's purpose is done,
do head hurting there is none.
It's silly this language,
it alone brings freedom to shore,
and how never i start,
and how never i stop.