Redline

We going

To a place where no faces are known

Hazard lights need not be shown

Identities blown

Inexplicable twilight zone

Don’t stop.

We going

Narrow streets plateauing

No need for slowing

Front seat no stowing.

Sirens blaring

Caution signs staring

Eyes wide shut to the messages glaring

Yes! We going

Don’t stop.

We going

Sweat filled palm

Twenty third Psalm

Adrenaline junkie satisfied, heartbeat calm

Forget the dead hand of the past

Feet stuck on gas

Speed limit 120 miles per hour too fast

Destination unknown no need to ask

Full speed ahead

Tank on “F”

Petrol no led

Break oil bled

Pedestrians fled

Red light or green light all signs misread

We going

Yes. We going

Don’t stop.

We going

Until...
Suddenly

Violently

We Stop!