Love and the road topsy-turvy

Speed is time over distance traveled 
First past the post 

Behind wheels 
And to be known as a petrol head 

I am going fast, am moving fast 
But caution is always a guide 

To stop when the red light comes up 
Slow at a time on the amber 

But in cases, case study 
When the lights are off 

There is always the traffic cop 
To direct my projection 

That is how it is suppose to be 
For law and order, that is the deal 

Yet on this occasion 
No show, traffic light and the cop 

To be replaced by a drunk 
Junkie on the road directing traffic 

Begging for change for service rendered 
Please Sir, can I have some change please 

A recipe for disaster 
Clash of the tartans 

Metal against metal, topsy-turvy 
Two cars on a collision course 

And I am caught in the middle 
About to become a disaster 

Burnt memories

I had to empty my wardrobe, every nook and crannies 
The other day, clearing it all out, the other day 

I had to go down on my painful knees 
To open boxes with dust and cobwebs hold 

I had to empty it all out, all my worth and riches 
Not leaving any behind for nostalgia and its cronies 

Outside I stood over a metal drum in the darkness of the night
Filled with papers and pictures from past memories archived 

A few I picked and lamented over for a while, memories 
Occasions past flashed, drew projected pictures on me 

Sending me to that time again, that moment again 
With all the characters and their roles played 

Then a sudden sharp pain pierced my heart 
To let go, I dropped that memory the weight so heavy 

Into the metal drum filled with my treasures of time 
Awaiting spark to burn to ashes, I will watch it burn 

Obsolete memories no longer wanted, tainted 
No longer required to be remembered, with lost value 

For each with the pain it brings as constant 
I believe I am more angered by the time 

The wasted time and the treasures to be thrown away 
The hardest part of it all, that refuses to go away 

Even after being packed in the metal drum, set alight 
And burnt to ashes, it stays, it stays and stays 

A scent, an act, a resemblance, a flash back 
A word, a laughter, a song, a date in time 

These burnt memories seem never to go away 
They stay, the harshest of it all, they stay