Forgot I was driving, lost inside the flow,
Rain blurs the glass, lights painting below.
At the red, yellow, green — a pulse of panic,
Everyone’s moving straight, part of traffic.

But straight ahead I drift, a part of what I know,
Eyes on the road, following where others go.
Then in a blink — caught between fear and dare,
I slip the wheel left, cutting through the air.

Heart pounding loud, beating in new ways.
No signs to guide, no one to chase.
Just an unknown road, a new path to race.