I feel drained, empty on gas. There is no more adrenaline in me To push the pedal forward, To feel the surge of energy in my veins As my speed rises up, up the odometer. I am coasting, Stuck at thirty-five miles per hour, Flattening my foot down In an attempt to feel a rush, Yet remaining the same as before At thirty-five miles per hour. Should I turn to the nearest guardrail? Stop completely and give up? I am afraid they will revive me, And I will continue on At thirty-five miles per hour. Now stuck knowing, That there is nothing I can do To change my course.