Drive

You are on the highway,

Pavement to the tires, 

Accelerator pressed down,

Going with the traffic flow

Behind that car, keeping 

Distance. Follow the cars

In front and drive.

Fast, but not really.

Better than average.

Realize what you are.

You are a racecar.

From front to back 

And back to front.

This is quite clear.

From side to side

Left to the right.
What are you doing

On this measly path?

Going seventy within

The sixty MPH zone.

This isn't your road.

Going with the flow.

You can go faster.

Break the limits

Set only by yourself

By watching the other

Chevys and Toyotas.

Get that speed needle 

To the red zone

Where you've not been.

On that racetrack,

Unleash your life

You may crash,

But you can't win

Unless you speed.

So drive onward.

Drive your life.

Wren

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