With skull split open and the warm blood still flowing
As the hardness of the asphalt greets the softness of the grey matter
Desires, hope and dreams; all vanishing now; with one wrong turn
Oh pitiful friend! Once speeding on the highway of life
Riding of the wheels of self pursuit
When you skidded and swerved by the corner
Did you have time enough to think?
Who will cry, by your scattered remains!