Stuck in neutral going nowhere fast,
Always running ahead but only seeing the past.
Stuck in neutral, immobile as a gimp,
Heading for the finish line... last with a limp.
Stuck in neutral with nothing really to show,
Except a blown tranny and a muffler with a hole.
Stuck in neutral this poem is getting to be,
Just like the hand behind it looking to be free.
Always running ahead but only seeing the past.
Stuck in neutral, immobile as a gimp,
Heading for the finish line... last with a limp.
Stuck in neutral with nothing really to show,
Except a blown tranny and a muffler with a hole.
Stuck in neutral this poem is getting to be,
Just like the hand behind it looking to be free.