The Lost Z

Not lost but somewhat forgotten...

You sit in my garage, 4 years of dust that rests

And yet, you are still in my mind at least once a day

I'll always have a fondness for the Datsun 240z

But, it is time to let go, to let go of my past

The young man has grown into a seasoned man, with a wife and a child

"Babe, I'll build it for her" or "Babe, I will build it with her"

But do I accept fear in my heart? Do I allow my babygirl the chance to drive this death trap?

Will I allow myself to live with this regret, heaven forbid thee.

"No, I don't think I will" said mr. America and said Jose.

So, I must let you go, I must let it all go.

A new chapter requires a new leaflet in life, I must kill all the negative and reborn new life into my dream

To whom takes the Z from my hands, you will carry on a legacy and if you don't finish my project, who will?

I shall live vicariously through you and I will smile when you complete the build and ride off into the sunset...

...So with that being said, let's build a f**king truck. I'll laugh now, repent later...

-Davicillo