High Speed Chase
Like a car doing 45 over
I feel like everything is going by so fast,
Blurry— blink and it’s gone
My mind never slows down to smell the flowers
I have no time to think
Except I never stop thinking,
I crave a slow, and simple life
As well as an exhilarating one
I love being on the move,
But damn, gas is expensive
My eyes are starting to droop,
I’m unsure of where I’m going
This is exhausting,
Maybe I’ll call a friend
Or supply my caffeine fix
When I finally make it to the couch
To fill my tank up,
I’ll think of everything I haven’t done,
Haven’t seen,
What I should be doing instead
Maybe I’ll just grab my keys,
And go for a drive just to think
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I really love this poem!