we're all going somewhere

[biteme7776]

but me, i'm no good.
i sink my hooks into bumpers
of shiny, whiny,
passing automobiles. something should
whisper, eventually,
a clue to what "nature" intended to
see by divesting
herself into individual
facets. sparkly things
suck me dry and enthrall. can't they
complement something?
do i seal my own fate to fall?