The Silver BMW
I was born to love life, unfortunately
Some two-wheeled idiot took it from me.
I lay on the road not feeling anything
I heard myself say, “Why can’t I feel anything?”
To the left of me, a voice said
“Guess you’re dead mate.”
There was no one there. The ambulance had taken my body.
Someone had taken the kid from the bike and
I could see myself wrapped around the handlebars.
As a flat truck loaded me and the bike on board
I didn’t fancy spending eternity
Wrapped around this piece of shit
Besides, they were going to strip and squash it.
Again with the disembodied voice
“You just need to know how to get off it.”
“Great, any idea how I can do that?”
Nothing, Silence. Suddenly I am being taken.
A light so bright if I had earth eyes, I would be blind.
“You saved me once, now it is my turn.”
That damn voice the last thing I remember.
I awoke in the hospital, my leg in plaster
Wondering whom I had saved.
A young lady entered the room
Carrying a balloon and flowers
She thanked me for pushing her
Away from an oncoming bike
Leaving me to wonder what went on
In my mind, mangled on that pavement.
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