Road to Vacancy (random Writing this morning)

Strangers scream there names for passion on a road that you wouldnt know
It was smooth most of the way, while the pavement was on the road.
The storm came and went, now the trees block our way .
Silence is the game we play when we fall on Gods ears.

Time spent on the telephone, is our way to vacancy.
My answers still remain.
Pleasure makes its way cause the seasons never change.

So I force the hand of hell, to show, that Im not God !

 

humans
so self important
in a universe
that's glad they're not.