I feel like I am on fire,
it is not from any desire.
Smoke I can smell,
from this living hell.
Everything turning so fast,
impossible things will last.
The friction of movement,
is forever constant.
How is it possible to ever slow down?
We could all move back to our old town.
Sell the car buy a bike, everyone chill.
I think from the fast pace we get a thrill.
I do not think it will ever happen,
mama earth is in trouble all misshapen.
It is to late now anyways,
please try and change your way's,
and I pray for happier Days! .
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-really-pray-for-happier-days/
