Life At 150 Mph
a road turns into a cloud
as the lonely figure rides
towards the gates of hell
mirrored face shield
hides the devilish smile
from onlookers curious
what's the hurry
does he know the risk
and does he even care
No
because life looks so different
and feels so good at 150 mph
there's not enough time to think
decisions are for fools
the road is straight
the course set
a dead end means
FREEDOM...............
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