My counsellor said time+tide waits for no man
She said get on board & do what you can
Non of this was ever in my plan
My family gave me a motorcycle banTwas my Dad's fault though, and not mine
My Dad, the idiot crossed a solid white line
Air ambulances came & took us away
All my family in Turkey, a vacation stayI still have my dented helmet that I was sick in
I'm somehow attached, can't put it in the bin
They cut off my boots trousers & jacket
They made a real mess, they really did hack itThey'd have prosecuted my dad if they could
But never drive or ride again he should
He asks me often about what happened that day?
But my mind is blank too so I'm unable to say.
JE LEEST
Messages From My Mind After Midnight
PoëzieThe mixed up, late nights & early mornings ramblings of a brain injury survivor...