The Tired Tire
 

Newly abandoned tire, dropped in a ditch by accident
it didn't know it was rolling wrong, a flaw of its passiveness//
Without its cars, it goes from priceless to lifeless
Reality breaks it down quick in depression's vicegrips//
It sits motionless, hope'in its just that day
It can befriend some other car, and take its pain away//
When the rain showers down and it sinks even lower
All it can wish for is to be thrown upon a helping shoulder//
Taken from its hole, even if its joy is soon lost
Its happy just to be alive, before, again it gets tossed-
-by depression, into a thicket as its plot thickens
It begins to think its fate is foul and blood written//
Barried by the bushes, now its rarely seen
Its loosing touch with its soul
Like its loosing touch with its roads//
By any means, its desperate, fading and alone
A worm is eating it inside, and it can't fight it on its own//
All it wanted was companionship, even if it was abused
And ran through rocky paths, as long as it was used//
Now it ponders suicide as it gives up its chase
Feeling like its only place of peace is deep in a lake//
One day a familiar stranger came, and it didn't bother
to try to fight'em off before it was thrown into water//
Where no one will find'em, and no one can see'em
But that road from its pain only leads to false freedoms//