clash. crash. stop. go.

been writing this poem in my head for days while driving... this is my first try at writing it down. the basic idea is that some personalities clash, sometimes ppl come into contact and theres really no avoiding it, and the only choice that matters is the one after you're caught in a situation... yes and that same thing relates to four way stops and running into ppl in hallways... read:

"four-way stop"


time traveling at the rate of time
as we know it
wheels spin and slow down

and your traveling across how ever many miles
passing by more cars than you'd have limbs to count on
but you can always count on a red light to stop the motion and give your sight a look around


so we entered the battle-field
four cars slowing slowly stopped on the dime
at the same exact time
who will be the one to wait, the one to go?


down this hallway passing hundreds of faces by
and we were both walking but somehow
i got in the way
and right, left, right, left, you're mirroring each step
in the way, in the way, am i


so we entered the battle-field
we're all stopped at the same time
and mirroriing eachother
someone takes the gas, and pedals crash
feet smash their steps, and the right turn and the left
left eachother wrecked

read my mind, only backwards and flipped
so when i move my right hand, you move your left
we will collide in eachother's minds, i hold you high
i'll hold you, and the only thing that sticks is the crash
when we both decide to take the gas.