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Running on Empty


Rusty Broadspear

Coasting, freewheeling, feet up on the dash.

Mournful music wails

Heart seized right up

Mind has left the rails.

Rocking and rolling, expecting to crash.

Guitar strings cry

Crying’s done for me

Eyes are sore and dry.

Running on empty, will I feel the smash?

Feelings dead and numb

Aching and tender

Underwhelmed, overcome.

Discarded, rejected, troublesome trash

The driver sleeps

Light in sadness

Eyes closed, his mind weeps……

As steadily, all becomes quite still

The battery dies

Musical notes leave

Like a host of friendly butterflies

Dipping silently over nearby hill.

Then he saw a picture

Within a flock of birds

A picture of his future

Made up of many words.

His journey on an empty tank

Fuelled and steered by fate

Hopeless fears having sank,

He’d reached his future, his golden gate.

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