A Car with no Propane

A Car with no Propane

Journey to discover
My one true gas station
That would fill me up
With her best grade of love

Pumping in the fuel, she does
And out it goes to waste
Needless losses and vain attempts
Revving my engines again and again

"You are beyond repair, sir
Fifteen Hundred dollars is the bill
Please come back for our services
We aim to please and assist"

But what good is an automobile
If it cannot carry its own burdens
Away from all the destinations
Sinking in a rust of troubles

A hollowed frame
No room to contain
Wild leaves and algae
Greet me with a deep embrace

Parts chopped, spanners drop
To fit in with others
Drilled holes show no signs to stop
An everlasting misery at this auto shop

I could give it a try
Be part of their journeys
Fulfilling my purpose
Hanging onto their glories

Far be it for me
Living this life from scratch
However, here I am
In this gas station one more time