Poezja

Head against a window
Mind is up in the clouds with cars going by
Followed by a procession of cars all heading one direction
We got our nicest clothes on for this occasion
The air is hot and making it hard to breathe
The hearse leads the way down the long road
As I ride in the back, my head up against the car window
Cars pass by my motionless face      
I say let them see cause I’m not gonna hide it.