What now Brainiac?

Cold, to the very marrow of my bones

I lie here, shivering, unable to move

If only I had obeyed the cones

Instead of having something to prove

Dad said I’d crash one day

Always driving like a maniac

I know what he’d say

“What now Brainiac?”

I can’t shift my leg

Trapped under the jammed front seat

Useless, but I scream and beg

Far from home in a field of wheat

I’m sorry Dad, you were right

I’m not Evil Knievel in a car

I don’t always have to fight

I’m not lightning bottled in a jar

When I crashed through the barricade

I knew it was my final run

I’ll die in this car.. alone, afraid

No more days in the sun

Blood trickles, but oh so slow

My heart is sluggish but still beating

Can’t feel my fingers, my toes

One final warmth, soul heating

Then off to sleep…..