Stability is a destination with detours as you see fit.
Some check their blind spots and signal,
Others swerve over the median.
But I ignored the hazards like it didn't mean a thing,
When bringing someone in
Meant getting pulled out the driver seat
For a fist fight greeting in the emergency lane.
So here you are,
Rubbernecking with your foot on the pedal,
While the others shout out brief hello's
Over the screaming asphalt.
Just whose fault do you think it is?
In meters per second or miles per hour
Or the second chances that have been devoured,
It is what it's been, what you know and have shown,
Your time is your love and you're so quick to go.
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