The day the last peddle Fell
By: Jason Rodriguez
 
The day the last peddle fell
Was the night before last
I can remember those dreams
Those fantasies I had
 
It reminded me of all
That seemed to go so far
That day it fell
I remember hearing my name...
 
It called for me, in the silence
In the crowds I could hear
Always shouting in whispers
Always the same name, I had.
 
The line never changed
The words never rearranged...
Always the words...
In the order of there master...
 
It said to me, the final time,
I remember it only because that is when I died.
It told me not to forget...
To watch out...
"Not all ends are truly ends"...
 
...In the beginning, A dream I thought.
A Fantasy.
...but after seeing, looking back...
The day the last peddle fell...
I see now, why it has...
The day the last peddle fell...