Turn on the engine
And choose a road
Where will it take you?
No one knows
Pick up the pace
The cops are on your tail
Drive 200 miles per hour
Veer into a secret trail
Don't let them get ahold of you
They're the enemies of your soul
Don't let them boss you around
You have the keys, you're the one in control
Zoom through the thick forests
Knock down the boulders
Leave them far behind
Drop the weight off your shoulders
You'll never get cought
You'll never get locked up behind bars
Just drift as fast as you can
Until you reach the stars
Firmly grip the wheel
And let the smoke fly
Step harder on the gas
And watch the cops cry
Don't let them get ahold of you
They're the enemies of your soul
Don't let them boss you around
You have the keys, you're the one in control
So as long as you're not afraid
As long as you're ready to jump the rift
Step on the gas
And just drift
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Just Some Poems
PoetryA poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing...
