The Breakdown Poem by Ryano ; ,

Everytime you feel ahead
You're met with a black spot
In your blind spot
The steering locks
Brakes jump
You smell & feel a steely burn
The wheels deflate
The engine agitates
All in a sharp turn

I have no more fuel to inject
My bolts cross-thread & intersect
Wires cross & tangle too
I'm stuck in the hard shoulder
With nowhere to go
& nothing to do

I keep my thumb into the sky
In good faith for a passer-by
But at the same time pass no heed
If they're to look me up & down
Picking up speed
For they are in their own fat rat race
Tailing a gaggle of geese in a chase
Searching for that better place

Nature breaks things down
But my nature repairs
I'll stand another breath
In cold fresh air
Another pound of flesh
Worth the tear
Another cheque
Will pay the fare

I'm another step
& moment less
Before I'm there