To Soar...
I wish to race down a deserted street at 200 miles per hour just to feel the vicious wind through my hair. I wish to soar around corners and through intersections as if I have never lived before, Never flew before... Maybe because I have not already. I wish to feel the adrenaline every time I push my foot to the floor, And I wish to hear the engine roar and feast upon every inch of road as it caresses my dreams, But this is better than a dream... This is real. I want to challenge every person I meet along the way to see if they can fly as well as I, And if they can I will just keep going faster, And if I shall die... At least I will die smiling. This is the only way to fly.... 200 miles, Nothing touching the ground but 4 rubber wheels, Nothing between me and infinity except a 600 horse power miracle... Responding to my every move... Respecting my every demand... Flying when I say 'soar' Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 05:47 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I wish to race down a deserted street at 200 miles per hour just to feel the vicious wind through my hair...."