The Fast Car Of Tracy Chapman Poem by Eman Awad

It all began with a dream, with a song,
it's by Tracy chapman and called fast car.
Like her i had a feeling that i belonged,
i wanted to go there, no matter how far.
I dreamt of him and then we met,
i loved him and i confess, i've been in love.
The memory that i'll never regret,
it remains so glorious, no matter how tough.
Excuse me if this poem is long,
but it amazes me how i feel after all this time.
Maybe it's no longer love but it's strong,
he's the absloute beauty in my poems, all mine.
The way Tracy feels about her life,
is so close of how i'm feeling about my life too.
We hang on to some thing to survive,
but we had different ends to how it's all through.
She hang on to a fast car,
and i hang on to his smile.
She sings it all on a guitar,
and my pen writes it in a while.
We both had dreams and my dream,
simple as it is, finding him again.
We won't know each other in a stream,
but i've hope in a rainbow after all that rain.
I've been in love and i wanted to,
be better, just to fit into his league.
My heart shouted, i'm in love with you,
and my eyes had no one but him to seek.
How many poems i've wrote,
of his smile and how many of his heart?
I used to fly away and float,
and when we talked, i didn't skip that part.
But we didn't, i don't even know his name,
a part of me just wanted him to stay as he's to me.
Out of reach, an angel and i'm not to blame,
any one who saw him, said that he's like a reverie.
I'm still in Tracy's fast car,
but bleeding and crying over all that.
City lights aren't that far,
i'm leaving the fantasy land and all i've had.
I just pray to meet him, see his face,
get imprisoned in his light again, i don't mind.
For when yesterday i was in our place,
i just knew that no matter how many years have passed,
and no matter how many people i've met, i can't leave him behind...