A Lesson Never Learned

The poetry form is called Dorsimbra The dots along the road became a line, The poles along the side became a fence, By driving fast I didn't see the sign, The cliffs that lie ahead were quite immense. Panic - screams - bush and trees, Bounced and tossed, and Thrown about, Please make this whole thing stop. I tried to make it back up to the road, And when I did, I knew I'd be all right, I hit the gas and headed on my way, The dots along the road became a line.