gordonMacK

You start the engine, You hear the sound, You plunge the accelerator, The pistons pound. You find a road, Put your foot to the floor, You feel the speed, Life matters no more. You concentrate hard, Stick to the curve, You shift up a gear, Don't lose your nerve. You hear the sirens, You see the lights, You slow down and pull over, But want to flea in the night. You return home, Everything is the same, Another fine in your pocket, You try to hide your shame. You count the hours until you next drive, So once again you can feel your alive…