as you push on the
gas it’s like you’re
pumping the gas in-
to yourself

your veins burn like
fire and your heart
roars like a lion

the yellow light dares
you and you accept

it’s in that moment
that you remember
all that’s chasing
you

years of mistakes,
countless scarred
acquaintances, a life
of doubt and (all
told) failure

they’re all behind you
and you (almost) forgot

you take a drink
from your sixty-
three cent soda

do you taste that?
it’s regret

it’s that tightness in
the back of your throat
when you know you’ve
been found out

it’s doing something
despite knowing
better

the gas pedal can go no further,
this is your greatest regret of all