Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Fast Car

Always in a hurry be they,

Always driving on some impulse

To get to or to get away,

With sometimes not desired results.

For some reason they think fast speed

Is gonna solve woe on their mind,

That getaway is all they need

To leave all their troubles behind.

Of course they never ask me for

My opinion on how things are,

Just push my pedal to the floor,

And off they go in this fast car.

But I took a turn for the worse,

And this fast car became a hearse.