one foot on the gas,
one foot ready to stop.
there's not a car i'll pass-
no need to worry about me, cop.
i just need the music blaring,
i just want the wind in my hair.
my eyes straight, just staring-
at a road that can take me there.
it's funny how i can sit in this feeling okay,
it's funny that the worst thing to happen to me-
in a vehicle like mine, on a similar day.
wasn't a collision, it wasn't that crazy.
it started his hand on my thigh,
it started my first date.
i get this driving high-
you see my speed goes up to no alarming rate.
there's just an open road,
there's just me.
his hand was a heavy load-
but now i can be free.
- how do i escape him in the place i was trapped?
j.s.
