Breaking the speed limit
two or three times over.
Stay on step, I’m only
a muscle twitch from grievous injury
or death.
A sudden movement,
the snap of a serpent,
inhaling deeply I try to trust
my reason and my intuition.
I was veering on old mountain roads
trying to not be distracted by the glowing stars
and the shining snow
so I kept my eyes on the flowing road,
all I could think of was
“Don’t lose control.”
I may be a fool, but I’m no dead man.
I may be a fool, but at least I’m no hanged man.
I may be a fool, but at least I’m no hanged man.
I may be a fool,
oh I may be a fool.
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