Petes Poetry
The Funny Car
Ground control to you up there.
I want to scale the heights, but don't have the fare.
Down down, low down, on the floor.
Have my reasons, but don't know what for.
Hi, high, how you make me so high.
So much a mystery, so should I ask how and why.
And the lure, I know it can just be synthetic inside.
I've been caught out, wonder why I even tried.
I put my heart in to the chase, fighting for my needs.
Only to find, it was myself, the one deceived.
It's a hunger a thirst for what I want to learn.
Knowledge and wisdom to make me explode and burn.
It's company, sharing, romance, I truly yearn.
But this funny car, could never take the turn.
Peter Riddoch.
I want to scale the heights, but don't have the fare.
Down down, low down, on the floor.
Have my reasons, but don't know what for.
Hi, high, how you make me so high.
So much a mystery, so should I ask how and why.
And the lure, I know it can just be synthetic inside.
I've been caught out, wonder why I even tried.
I put my heart in to the chase, fighting for my needs.
Only to find, it was myself, the one deceived.
It's a hunger a thirst for what I want to learn.
Knowledge and wisdom to make me explode and burn.
It's company, sharing, romance, I truly yearn.
But this funny car, could never take the turn.
Peter Riddoch.
