Hot-Wired
I grow tired, so tired
My body hot-wired
Revved up, wild
Motor refuses to idle
Road blind
Lost in dizzy night
Sirens sputter bright
Inner gears grind
Wanted sleep calls
Inward leaning walls
I go and I go
My body won't slow
Engine smokes
Heart in my throat
Tank on E
Lungs can't breath
Slam the pedal down
I spin, spin around
Horns blare, lights flash,
In the middle of everything...
I crash.
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