What Drives Us
We're All Bound To Crash.
The Car Is Our Body's Body,
The Hood Our Masks.
Most Take The Fast Lane,
Some Take The High Road.
I Take A Bullet Train,
So The Faster I'll Go.
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Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
Highway
What Drives Us
We're All Bound To Crash.
The Car Is Our Body's Body,
The Hood Our Masks.
Most Take The Fast Lane,
Some Take The High Road.
I Take A Bullet Train,
So The Faster I'll Go.
