just wrote a poem called blind sided
and when it was almost complete
my finger somehow
accidentally pressed delete
im pretty pissed off
so i had to write again
its just annoying because i feel
that it could have helped a friend
happens so fast
i couldnt talk about the
i feel that is a lot of peoples problem
because the doesnt quit
life is cold
while death is colder
while life gets old
and death gets over
exaggerated
we still never see it coming
exacerbated
by our own self numbing
keep your eyes on the prize
when you go for the ride
and remember
to check your mirrors
there's always a blind side