"the plethora of alternatives, part V: the reprise of interstate 101"
well this hurts
being run off the road
slamming into a ditch
i am never coming home
tell them all i love them so
and tell them it wouldn't let me go
if they could see me be me again
could they have helped me resist it?
this i will forever doubt
the roads were awfully slick that night
the freezing rain and sleet and snow
all made for a deadly mixture
and assured that i am never coming home
there was a truck heading my way
a tractor trailer speeding towards me
its lights were blinding as i spun the wheel
i barely got the chance to feel
i almost clipped a few other cars
they were nearly in the way
i'm glad i didn't take them down
cause i'm the only one that deserved this that day
that very truck was taking lives
slamming cars, front and behind
the truck itself was as wide as three lanes
and it was just too late
for anyone to escape
i avoided the wreckage
as i sat in my ditch alone
i was rather unharmed myself
but the damaged car had taken its toll
my car was totaled for good
it would never run again
so i would have to step outside
into an icy world in which i'd slip
my very first step
saw me knee-deep in snow
i wasn't properly dressed
so it was awfully cold
and the night sky was so black
there wasn't a single shadow to be cast
a gruesome fate i had been given
it'd be no time at all before i'd become frostbitten
to be honest, i was speeding
at the time of the incident
it was inevitable
that i'd end up sliding on the pavement
i crossed those two yellow lines
as i swerved towards saving my life that day
as the truck barreled down this long-lost road
crushing everything in its way
that truck was massive
and the worst part was
some of the cars that it plowed through
never even knew of
the fact that it was coming
the slightest bit they couldn't see
because cars here don't have rear view mirrors
just another thing to make the ride less clearer
sometimes these cars don't listen to
the ones behind the wheel of it
it'll steer itself into other lanes
and produce less light than a candle lit
these cars aren't crash tested
its creators should be arrested
its lights are dull, and its life saving devices
are non-existent; you should be frightened
on a wide and curving road
there are people of all kinds
of all races, sexes, and age groups
they aren't that hard to find
the road is full of them
and the road will take them in
and many are about to be dead
from the truck that is coming right at them
so i got out of my car
it was totaled, as i said before
i tried to make my way out
and realized that there is so much more
to this ditch than i realized
it is so deep, and i can't survive
there is no way that i'm getting out
if i only knew how..
that ditch looked so familiar
like i had been there before
it looked reminiscent of a past of mine
the déjà vu would live forevermore
but i didn't recall ever being there
and all that i could do was stare
when suddenly i hear tires screech
a Cadillac is coming right at me
the cars, they crash and burn
when they hit the highway curves
not to mention the truck was on its way
it smashed many people on that day
and it was so sad to watch
a reality check straight from the boss
a car on fire heading right at me, too
i didn't know what to do
so i dove
i landed in all the snow
the burning car flew over me
as high as it would go
i was once again unharmed
but that car landed right on my old car
making it even worse
than it already was thus far
but i had a sneaking suspicion
that something else was about to happen close
that just like in all of the movies
the flaming car was about to explode
so i ran
through the snow inside my ditch
that seemed infinitely long
and infinitely rich
with bodies and wrecked up cars
the trench was dug so very far
i couldn't make it up to the road
so i just ran as fast as i could through the snow
explosion
explosion
my implosion
my implosion
i was thrown off my feet
thrown airborne onto the road
right into the lanes of traffic
i knew i was never coming home
the cars were all coming to quick
and it was very hard to move
i tried to make my way to the median
and everyone had control on cruise
i had nothing left to lose
i scrambled for my life
so i wouldn't be roadkill as i crawled
inches away from speeding cars
and all of them were about to make the fall
i finally get up and scramble
only for the ice to make me slip
my head hits the rock-hard pavement
oh tragic irony, it makes me sick
oh no
deer in the headlights
i suddenly became
when i saw
a Benz
about to run over my face
it wasn't stopping
it was speeding like it should
and i knew that this was the end
as my foundations shook
long ago i somehow knew
that i would one day die on this road
that's why i told you, when i got on it
that i was never coming home
did you think i was kidding?
i wondered what would happen next
as i went through this final test
more trucks were coming, i could see
this road would be painted bloody
and part of it would be mine
i couldn't make it to the yellow lines
and there i might have been temporarily safe
from the fate that had been made
people moving back and forth
so much faster than you're going
in their Benzes with their girlfriends
switching lanes like it was nothing
you see the catastrophic crash and burn
you witness loss of life
a Cadillac hits your side
you're going down too
windshield reflecting blinding sun
on interstate 101
what will happen next?
what will happen next?
it will look familiar
the result of another lifelong test...
by the way, for the symbolically illiterate
there was extreme symbolism in
every single thing i said
the road, the truck, the cars and the flames
the ice, the yellow lines, and the names
the ditch, the snow, the night, and the lanes
now can you tell me what they mean?
and those aren't even all of them
if you've been following the story
connect them all to actual events
in the plethora of alternatives..
in this series
of writing, hear me
now you have seen two continuation views
the tragedy of what life would be like
and all the things that i would write
if i had never found you
and crashed by myself...