Whatever can I say
What do I really mean
Being a while no doubt
My finger quake like the engines
Ready to burst yet steady enough
Enough to show its sleek ratio
My ride
My tires
My speed
Not so easy
Yet hey!
Still the race spurs
The laws gush out
My marrows developing
What is the rush?
True, but the answer yet to show
My dawns flush off
The glare of the sun in my face
My ride
Vanishing off
Off the terrain
The terrain of my hope
My ride
If only I could tame your exuberance
But uncertain about the effectual
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