Poem: Drive

The life I am living has become the one that I do not enjoy.

The work I did a year ago, have all but gone and disappeared.

What happen to the person that wanted the world, but now is just simply lost?

The hope of succeeding is no longer there, and the drive has driven off without any passengers.

Trying to get things done, but in the end only doing nothing.

That is the story of my life, and the only thing that can be written.

How long will it be before the dreams start to fade?

Is time the only matter at hand, or is the fire inside all but burnt out?

There is no time to wait this could all be over soon.

Will you be in the car when it drives off or will wave as it passes you by.

 Pick.