We Are Running On Reserve...(Raw, For Edit/Revision) Poem by Albert Arsenio Sison

we've been together for so long...
know which route we always take...
when the rains blur our windshields
and the sun heat our seats...
we sleep atop the moon bathed hill...
on beaches with calming waves...
roamed each road we never planned to take

but never we have felt before...

we are running on reserve...
we just cannot tell...
because we are running on reserve
our ride could not end well...

we are running on reserve
we are running on reserve...
we are running on reserve...

a red light keep flashing unnoticed
each bump were too much to take
we are running on reserve
so our end, we cannot tell...

the headlights are dim,
the horns shout making us deaf
the brakes push automatically
we are running on reserve...
and we near our end