Bad Ride

Crouched against an icy wind: the motor howls a banshee wail my metal demon rends the night blazing an uncharted trail choices flashing left and right Rushing blindly through the dark: the road to anywhere before faster, flying through the gloom life adheres to plan no more racing headlong to my doom Clinging to a metal steed: turnings taken without thought follow pathways without name when all order leads to naught all roads to hell look just the same

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