Ashes to ashes. Metal to metal.
Here I am, taking my last breath. I know you didn’t see me covered by the gentle waves hitting the rocks, and I know it’s hard to see my clunky metal when you’re thinking of the lovely (though, somewhat hazy) Verrazano Bridge view.
If my wheels must take its last roll, it’s better that I die here with this lovely sunset than buried under some cold, dark soil.