My heavy foot accelerates with the rest
Of me and hurls us both into an unknown
Danger with speed but not accuracy.
We tighten our grips and twist at each other
But I've got my arms extended past
The rational road and you've tried to grab hold.
For a minute or two there's nothing below us
But space to die in a moment that we would
Both regret even if we were dead.
Even my lack of control is losing control
Like a bindingless book with the pages
Mixed up by a ceaseless and envious wind.
But your patience and beauty can overcome
Even nature itself to collect those
Unreadable scribbles I call my scattered mind.
Even if nothing else works at least I have cruise control
To help contain and cover the edges that
Are a little too sharp to be so overexposed.
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