I Was Somewhere Cold, Dark... and Lonely

I almost died at twenty-one

In January, driving northbound on Abbott Road
The car in front of us slammed their brakes down hard
And slid off onto the right-hand shoulder

We were probably following too close
But I honestly can't remember

We swerved into the turn lane
And lost control when we hit a patch of black ice
That would carry us right into the unavoidable path of
A Saturn barreling south in the opposite direction

My life did not flash before my eyes

I was trying to steer the van anywhere else
As time ground to a halt and froze

Then exploded violently
As metal collapsed into metal
At a horrific speed
There is always 'nough time to do the things you love
Until it's gone