Every single car on the New Jersey Turnpike has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display. I'll stop and watch it but I'm too busy thinking of every single chance that I was too afraid to take. So while I sat there (motor humming) on the shoulder, I thought I'd find a pen and start to write my failures out, but then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full. So, Hazards off. Turn signal on. Gas pedal down. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could of/would of/should of that I ask myself each day; Where I've spent my time, and how I'm spending it, and if I'm simply wasting it away. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could be/would be/should be that we're offered everyday and now that you and I've been given what we've wanted, let's make a pinky swear that we don't throw it all away.