New track,
new car,
I switch them like lovers and can’t find the one which satisfies me,
less obstacles could mean lesser danger but I go and never think,

new track,
new love,
I contain two secret poets living deep inside me,
changes only force me to collapse which denies my great density,
I don’t fall apart,
not anymore,

or at least not as much as I was doing some years ago,
the aircraft landed,
tanked,
and flew to space,

new track,
new expression,
I fix myself every day progressively,

I came in hotly like Dorian,
I’ll leave like John Wayne.