Nighttime, early morning on the freeway,
I feel the need for speed,
check the mirrors little traffic, no cops
not even truckers.
Floor it to 120. It's only a Chevy Malibu.
For a moment I’m a teenager again,
whooping and hollering,
no fear of death,
no warning lights in my freewheeling mind.
Then, not too soon, the brick wall of my reality
slams into a...
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