Something I wrote earlier this year while me and couple of buddies were on our way to the city to check out some new parts for his car. ***If you absolutely hate it, or think it's garbage, no need to make a big deal about it lol. I'm not claiming i'm William Blake, and not aspiring to be, just something I wrote, that I liked enough to share with others.*** Mud, Asphalt, Dewy Grass Cigarette butts, Raindrops, Broken glass A Highway Spans Through An Ancient Valley And Senseless Fans Head on to the Rally A Man, Alone, in the Busy Street Visions of Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Beat Dance in his Head, Clouded up by Desire Won't Somebody Light This Poor Young Man's Fire Nature and Man, Associates of Earth Associates, not Partners, Because Man Fuels the Hearth Yeh, So I guess that's it, a 5 minute poem that I wrote on a bank envelope, and stuck in my pocket haha.