drive.

pink, plastic, tulip petals
peel back candy-coated olympic medals

marking silver, second place procrastination
in this race we almost win
but always lose

it's perpetual
never-ending
impossible to come in last

but this is the last time
i'll be able to let you look at me like that

highway speeds
leave windows down and hopes up

and bitter-proof seat belts
hold hasty second-thoughts at bay

100 miles per hour away

... i used to get car sick in this sort of thing.