Pulled out of the driveway;
And trailed my eyes on such lavish features – wishing I, too, had a Chevrolet
Worn out tires and dented doors; with this battered car of mine,
I know to myself that I wouldn’t be the first to reach the finish line
Red flashing lights flickered and turned green
Stepped on the gas pedal and off I fed my adrenaline
The captivating thought of victory put me on a pedestal
Thinking this race could be monumental
We dashed swiftly through the tracks
Accelerating with speed at max
Until he took the other road, leaving me dumbfounded;
My engine ticked, tires squealed – this is where it all ended
Trying to maintain control as I drifted away;
Fixated on a disparate path, there I was – left astray
A signal to my perception that I must no longer lose grip
I shall keep an eye on the steering wheel and focus on my own trip
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