It Always Flies

It does.

I can't understand why it does but it just does. And really, there's nothing you can do to stop it. In fact, the more you try to delay it, the faster it races past you. Speeding along its merry way without the slightest inkling or knowledge of your vain struggle to slow it down. And believe you me, the struggle is in vain. Breaks don't do nothing to it, and it doesn't believe in emergency stops.


Green lights only. And even then, the green lights come in a flood, shining with the knowledge that they'll never be replaced by the amber flare. Yes, it knows... so you'll never win. You'll never be able to outwit it no matter how hard you try. It just carries on doing what it's been doing, while you carry on gaping after it's zoomed its speedy arse by. Practice that gape and try looking cool while you stare with your mouth wide open. Cos that's about all you can do.

Yeah, it always flies.

Sigh.

Why do the good times always go by so quickly?