Cars and More Cars

Mechanical things, I see
This past years has me
breathing all things industrial
Robotic arms, all on ground
Moving by the second, faster
than a big brown stallion
Unnatural with the fast pace
Still I move further
Cutting my way through time
Hoping to disappear
Leaving behind a trace of color
More of a homage from my heart
I mean engine, as the gear changes
Dissipating as the oil reduces
Hoping I don’t leak
Bumping recklessly, loosing suspension
Rubber marks and rubber smell
Always replaced letting in the new tear