the fuel in the air

the heat in the steel

one foot on the gas

and my hands on the wheel

ran away once

now making peace on my own

speeding into nothing

nothing i know

fleeing from being trapped

being strapped

being sold

knowing emotion

needs to come back to home

sporadic

and frightening

it dances around

that place really wrecked me

it dragged me down

one foot on the gas

holding the wheel

hands sore

speeding along

to find a new door

a soft caress

as i head into battle

the only motivation i'll get

in times like these

the touch

it lingers

the smell of your perfume

permeates in the evening air

your lips part

taking me in with all of their glory

but i know soon

i must go

i savor the moment

it's moments that make up

the most significant parts of our lives

i try to remember

already missing you

one last kiss

and we part our ways

i put on my helmet

cross worn

across my chest

God my only protector

and hoping to see you

in six months wait

the simplicity

of monotony

and no one gets caught-up

they move in sequence

say the same things

polite expressions

to get through the day

they work

then they relax

no excitement

no passion

no substance

stranded

i find myself

in the valley of doubt

and inconsistency

the more that i try

the less that things

pan out

there is no constant flow

there is no ring or rhythym

i dust off my boots

and head on my way