Windows down, hair in a bun.
With a push of the pedal - we become one.
Music blaring, eyes glaring at the open road
ahead.
The faster I go, the more I get out of my head.
Heavy blues fills my ears.
Seatbelt off, I live for the fear.
What lies ahead?
Path unknown.
Passenger seat empty, it used to be a place you called home.
