Driving as if nothing were happening
Driving oblivious to the accidents and injury before you
Driving with your counterpart, showing the speed in your heart
Driving to a destination, not an appointment, engagement, or any type of fulfillment
Driving then deciding to take a path seen but never before been
Driving slowly in the climb, realizing the danger if one inch is picked amiss
Driving until you have reached the point, the end of fear and start of fun
Driving down in pure bliss, a rush of energy, rush of success
Driving into an abrupt ending that leaves you lost and your other alone.
Driving home with another at the helm, never again will driving be fun
Driving has nothing to do with driving
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