In the hesitation of riding the break....
Rearview mirrors hold on to thier escape...
Slowing down to make sure the end is real...
With a final tear to be left with the wrenching of fears...
Easing along waiting for a sign that never applies...
So it's in on the clutch as smiles feel the need to fly...
Standing the machine up as if to erect the getaway...
Rubber slides on the transfer from the tire to the pavements face...
Long enough to let it be known self will not return...
As the tread marks fade for the tracking isn't needed to be chased the hurt...
Changing gears like emotions the acceleration touches the floor...
Emptying the pits as 2 find three switching to 4...
Fine, 6 n it's the first effect screeching on doesn't the road...
Free n able to adjust the throttle at the next rest stop wanting to become home...
Feeling the wind create the feeling of loose n on the run...
Taking the curves tucked tight within the lines...
Destination unknown is the mind redirecting thoughts claimed as mine...
Finding the edge up high upon an horizon to peep where the heading might lead...
Wondering where that comfort resides so the lungs can truly breathe...
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