A black Mercedes SLK 350 at 120mph across the stretching deserts of Arizona. It is burning hot and the blaring music makes it boiling. I am on a high. No women, no weed, no wine! It’s the speed and the loud leads from Guns and Roses. A screeching stop, why, I don’t know! Just felt like. The smell of burning rubber and the wind cutting across your skin, so intoxicating. With no destinations except the roads and no fears other than fuel, a life I dreamt off.
The only life form you see is a cactus and a chameleon clinging to it. You think how many colors have you changed. Which was the one you did not fake? You seriously don’t know! Who are you? That guy your wife married, that son your mom dreamt off, that boyfriend the petite lass dated, that friend he counts on, that drunken rebel in the pub last Friday night, or not any of the above. But chuck it, who cares. Back behind the wheel and Whigfield churns out Sexy Eyes. A mood swing, right! Don’t we all have them! Were they blue or hazel or green or brown? Well, they were my ocean only for the evening. You ask yourself, “What is love?” Well, is it caring, is it sharing, is it sacrifice, is it compromise, is it an addiction, is it a gift, is it a decision, is it a mistake? What the hell is it? I mean come-on, the world lives on it, or no! Is it hate? I think love is symbiotic relationship where you help each other grow.
I see hazy signs of habitation. A few sign boards and you slow down, well its still 100 mph. Too fast for pierced punk and his pretty poodle to be lifted. Sandstorm by Draude hits me. The electronics pierces my ears and fries my brain. I lose it. The accelerator hits the floor and the end seems nearer. Neither the end of the road nor the end of my life. The end of my fuel tank. Well at $1.70 a gallon the desert seems enchanting. Back to full I beat the dirt and swirl onto the strip again to cruise.
Zion from Matrix thumps the car and I start grooving to the beats. Rhythm, the cardinal element of music. Lose it and you are dead. Is it not the same with life? Lose the balance, the boundaries and you fall to some place from where there is no rise. It seems I am hitting straight into the setting sun. Cielne Dion soothes me with ‘A new day has come.’ What an irony, the night fall in sight and such a song. But isn’t it true. Everything begins with an end. You don’t want relationships to end, but to begin new ones you have to let the old ones to wear off. Nevertheless, every story in your life leaves a mark on you and so will this wild speed run. I just hope it’s a mark I can savor.
The only life form you see is a cactus and a chameleon clinging to it. You think how many colors have you changed. Which was the one you did not fake? You seriously don’t know! Who are you? That guy your wife married, that son your mom dreamt off, that boyfriend the petite lass dated, that friend he counts on, that drunken rebel in the pub last Friday night, or not any of the above. But chuck it, who cares. Back behind the wheel and Whigfield churns out Sexy Eyes. A mood swing, right! Don’t we all have them! Were they blue or hazel or green or brown? Well, they were my ocean only for the evening. You ask yourself, “What is love?” Well, is it caring, is it sharing, is it sacrifice, is it compromise, is it an addiction, is it a gift, is it a decision, is it a mistake? What the hell is it? I mean come-on, the world lives on it, or no! Is it hate? I think love is symbiotic relationship where you help each other grow.
I see hazy signs of habitation. A few sign boards and you slow down, well its still 100 mph. Too fast for pierced punk and his pretty poodle to be lifted. Sandstorm by Draude hits me. The electronics pierces my ears and fries my brain. I lose it. The accelerator hits the floor and the end seems nearer. Neither the end of the road nor the end of my life. The end of my fuel tank. Well at $1.70 a gallon the desert seems enchanting. Back to full I beat the dirt and swirl onto the strip again to cruise.
Zion from Matrix thumps the car and I start grooving to the beats. Rhythm, the cardinal element of music. Lose it and you are dead. Is it not the same with life? Lose the balance, the boundaries and you fall to some place from where there is no rise. It seems I am hitting straight into the setting sun. Cielne Dion soothes me with ‘A new day has come.’ What an irony, the night fall in sight and such a song. But isn’t it true. Everything begins with an end. You don’t want relationships to end, but to begin new ones you have to let the old ones to wear off. Nevertheless, every story in your life leaves a mark on you and so will this wild speed run. I just hope it’s a mark I can savor.
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