Overpassing Highs
Uncertain of when
We’ll get our next wind,
We allow it to fill our lungs,
And we hold our breaths,
Enjoying this blissful high,
As we become intoxicated
On a cocktail of adrenaline
And gasoline;
We begin to speed
Past the buzzing streetlights,
Flickering as we continued to drive
Faster.
Poem by Fin
