Full Throttle
Fast and furious we live our lives
always at full speed ahead
never taking time to look outside
of the window to see around our head
All of the life and laughter we miss
always going full throttle
rushing to get here and there
much too busy to be aware
But then one day the engine fails
and we look in the rearview mirror
ask ourselves what'd we see as we sail
what did we do on our journeys here
How sad we are when we realize
that life is not intended to be a race
looking in the mirror, there is no face
only dotted lines and blurred visions arise
No ribbons, cups, or prizes
only one who realizes
life is like an empty bottle
cuz we always took it Full Throttle
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