It never changes
Ages have passed, and that car
Still sits
Caked in so much dust
Even the owner forgot how to miss
The days of before, where money wasn't the driving force
Behind the wheel of life
And as luck stopped raining from the sky
It parched the mind, leaving it cold and dry like the underground parking lot
Where it died
Squished between the wall and a Lamborghini
And no one will ever know
How it lost it all
And perhaps it's better to forget than to remember
When down is the only way the road goes from here.
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