Recklessly Fast
Recklessly fast,
Not wanna be last,
Fast as a hungry man's feast,
I mean real fast.
Like a coward,
Stuck in the middle of a mist,
Very thick mist,
Moving to the east.
A route, filled with shortcuts,
Does not have smooth turns,
As the long route
That you cannot bear taking
May be kind of breathtaking
But the results devastating.
By Samkelo Dlamini
Copyright © Samkelo Dlamini | Year Posted 2015
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