You linger, stretched fingers on the dashboard,

the car is in gear.

Press the pedal to the metal and we can disappear

but instead you stare at the steering wheel and I stare at the cog wheels turning in your head.

“Will you hurry up and drive?”

Your eyes narrow and the vehicle moves, grooves, to a beat that soothes me.

We move slow as my heart thumps quickly.

You rev up the speed and I relinquish control, so you go, faster and faster.


We’re going to crash and we both can see it,

but the adrenaline drenching our souls is enough to rebuff all rationale.


Look at the stretch of road before us.

Who cares about the end we meet?


For now we are free and meant to be so let us continue.





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