Speed

by Black night   Jan 16, 2007


Speed.
The one thing that cures all.
The one thing that takes everything else all away.
The feeling of being on the edge,
not quite in control.
The power at your foot,
the strength of the chassis.
Don't worry about where you are going,
keep looking ahead.
The dial hits red
and you slam it into fifth.
Pedal to the metal.
The world goes past,
a blurry vision of those around you
The adrenalin pumps through your veins,
like the fuel to the engine
making you go
faster
harder
pushing yourself to the brink of control.

Speed.
The freedom.
Its you on your own,
controlling your destiny.
Nothing else matters
girls,
work,
money,
nothing.
Speed cures all.

It's make or break

Victory or death

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