'92 Lincoln Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Open the door
Into a world of opportunity
Jump into the back
Notice what you'll see.

Next to you on the right,
A poet and his wishful dreams.
Not someone you would think at first sight
But nothing really is what it seems.

Passenger side,
The musician, spilling his guts into song.
Nothing like him to coincide
He's indifferent between what is right and wrong.

Next to the musician,
The driver and her long lost soul.
An un-taken heart condition
Searching for someone with a heart of gold.

The reality is chilling
Of what their dreams are to be
The future is somewhat thrilling
To see what these young lives can guarantee.