my hands flinch at the heat
memories of burns and past defeats
and my every bone warns of the fall
yet, I stay atop where old cracks crawl
and when i feel I'm bound to crash
i press the pedal harder still
as if speed could silence reason
as if ruin could rewrite will
so when their winds blow on your flame
or tear the edges of your name
i bite my tongue, but not for long—
know that I'd still prove them wrong

...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦,
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰.