Good friends, long drives and country nights fast cars, dark roads and high-beam lights. Complete content all in despite the lives we lived we left behind.
An air so cramped with smoke we lined we drink to death our whole design. The world in which we all collide is now the world we must refine.
Yet soon we must return confined back into our joyless lives. Itβs this we must try to remind, The very nature of mankind.
But why the rush? We need not hide. Weβre free of all that we declined! At last, a path we can all ride to drive and drive into the night.
A poem I wrote earlier on this year inspired by better times I once had.