Where are you speeding away?
Too your grave, may I ask.
If it were a sporting event,bring me the championship, I would demand.
Where lies your mind, where you race to your grave and arrive late for your date.
Waiting in the garden, I see you speed off the corner.
Leaving behind what you had hoped for.
Let it be in the winding roads of life, we ride together,enjoying the mountains and sea as we go along.
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