Call me Mr. Unlucky.
I'm on my way.
To the place I know.
I call home.
Covered in snow
As though it may seem.
Nothing but delays
And a stowaway.
That follows me
and sits beside me.
Stiring a Strom
Of Rage
With a cup of frustration
I come to the train station
I fondel my bags
My head sags
A missing wallet
I have been robbed
Every penny.
I tried renting a car
Hoping it would get me far.
My stoe away and I
Blast the radio
And sing
But the car begins to ding
Over heating engine
Trying to avoid being singed
With a bang the car flames
I hate life's games!
I shout about
Cursing at the sky
Wondering why
This keeps happening
Though there is some good to this story
The stowaway keeps me company
On my endless journey back home
We have no money
No hope
No reason to try
But a family
Will soon be mine
No matter how long
This journey maybe
We've got each other just you and me.
Picture http://www.deviantart.com/art/road-trip-209678290
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