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