My mind feels like a Chevy truck.
It pisses oil the clutch is stuck
Tires are cracked, worn out by tar
How could I trust this lousy car?
Will I reach the end to stay alive?
I got no choice my goal lies far
There is no other mind to drive
(c)2004 by Franz L. Kessler
Tarek
I'm going to throw another quart of oily coffee in mine, and keep chugging, as long as I can!