FASTER

The tides we mark. Levels gained,

uprooting the changes from what once was.

 

Shoot for the stars. It’s the high tide of

holding the prize; a long way up and the

fall is loud.

 

A sliver of light is enough sun for me while

working till sweat pours like the rain,

its what I like, all that wet and shine.

 

Fill the tank, slide right in. Songs transport

the tires into speed. Horsepower

kicking carbs with fire; a heavy foot with smiles

tonight. Up ahead, there’s a diner we like.

 

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