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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