Kdengedeng
I feel a shock and look through the window. The train has moved earlier than I expected. Because of the driving driving I lose my balance, I mow around me for grip and finally find stability between the rows of seats at the bottom of the aisle. Kdengedeng, Kdengedeng. The cadence is pounding in my head.
Words I need to find. Preferably on rhyme. Then some beat. The strumming on a guitar or maybe some percussion. A triangle is also a simple guiding tool or I'll beat up some lids. No, I buy a drum kit, complete with tripods, cymbals and a bass drum pedal, at least that has an impact. Or hire an orchestra for the more chic genre. To get a little more sweetened sounds in it, maybe with a grand piano, violin or a harp.
As usual, I'm gonna take too much of myself again. When do I learn? Learning to deal with my limitations. That's not so hard, is it? No, you know. I should be able to do more. I'm not doing my very best yet, and it's gonna be too late. Can't do it any longer. I was thrown back to the powerlessness.
Don't think about the future now, but stick to the present. Don't think about doomsday and be your positive self.
