at 75 miles an hour
everything seemed to slow
minds hazed with gratitude and deep thoughts
blinking took seconds
turning took minutes
road trips took hours

raindrops morphed into faces
crumbled into emotions
at 80 miles an hour

everything seemed too slow
sunshine masked with clouds darkened into oblivion  
at 85 miles an hour

she seemed to appreciate the business in life
highways knew no time
lines played like a broken record
a broken record
a broken record
so fast it was slow
so hot it was cold
at 90 miles an hour

it was ironically calming riding at 95 milled an hour
the sun setting into colors of pink and purple and orange
the sky forming a rainbow over a collapsing bridge
everything stopped,
at 100 miles an hour

-s. wilder