My mind is racing,
speeding down a road
that never ends. Your smile, voice, laugh –
I’m accelerating and cannot release the gas pedal.
80 miles per hour, speedometer rising,
I’ve got to find my way to you.
I should be the fuel
pumping through your veins,
the kerosene coursing through
your brain,
but you’re running
on empty.
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