THE MIDNIGHT SUN
The road was narrow
Vision was blurry
Pot-holes formed a regular pattern;
Giving the road a patterned design.
He was on a top-speed;
Maybe for dinner, he had weed;
The spinning of the tyres showed he loved gin
He needed caution
But received insults, not to mention
"where are we going?"; I yelled
Not on the way to hell, I guess
All of this fell, but on deaf ears
As my eyes were soaked with tears
Or should I say it was fear??
I felt like we were flying
Others yelled---we were dying
Oh! They were lying
I noticed, even in a short notice
As we all tumbled thrice
And found a nesting place;
Beneath a trailer
Oh! What a thriller.
I can tell as these
Because of my saving grace---
The name "JESUS"
