It never changes

Ages have passed, and that car

Still sits

Caked in so much dust

Even the owner forgot how to miss

The days of before, where money wasn't the driving force

Behind the wheel of life

And as luck stopped raining from the sky

It parched the mind, leaving it cold and dry like the underground parking lot

Where it died

Squished between the wall and a Lamborghini

And no one will ever know

How it lost it all

And perhaps it's better to forget than to remember

When down is the only way the road goes from here.