dead? certain?

the best truck is a dead truck.

its extinction clothed by nature,

its carcass gone to rust.

a cold frame for the vegetation

that cannot believe its luck.

the speedometer, we trust,

is stuck below sub-zero, the

steering wheel in exasperation

at the child's brum, brum,
it must
           go on, it must!
was it only yesterday,

this trade-in for tomorrow?
or its final curtain call?
how bright will they be,
how bright do you see,
all our tomorrows?
or do you prefer our yesterdays?

it’s time, for you, to decide.

well go on then!
decide!