Heartbeat
The irresistible pull forward
The muted noise
The point where all thoughts
Cease
Going too fast
Squealing protests
Pressed down
By what you can and
Cannot control
Gentle touches
Gripping tightly
Salted waters
Blocking sight
Repetitive moves
So naught is lost
The ended silence
Burns the ears
This path was chosen
Was it right?
Maybe life
Is just a race
When you drive it
Unsure of the danger
And prone to
Many
Mistakes…