The road
A blur
I do not know
What the future holds
The only clarity
This moment
This moment
When my hand grips tightly the leather
When I feel the engine pulse as I throttle down
When my back presses firmly to leather
When the car sinks lower biting for traction
When her hand grabs my thigh telling me to go
When the trail of fluttering leaves is behind us
And in front of us
The road
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