A Drive In the Mountains

A Drive In the Mountains

The reds, the greens and the in-betweens
The vestiges of a thousand strife
But there runs a course to judgement
That race veiled by a stubborn life

The chaos calls and beckons once more
The day calls back to the old grind
But if I run a while back to the start
That sweet, sweet spot I may find

The tempered ashes burn here all day
The life here hides behind bends
But memories linger and beacons shine
That balance off regrets and amends

"Get out my lad, get out!"
There screams a voice in my head
"Get out when you still can
You're better not alive than dead!"

The drive out along this mountain road
The heavy darkness descended thick
But me and my ride burn as one
Her motors by my blood run quick

The escape runs a sharp, tight road
The ascents, the falls, the hypnosis
But shattered it be by the blinding blinkers
That rush along the median amiss

"Exhilarate me, my lad, exhilarate!
Lower down your lamps there
Prepared you are to fly me off
But I aint not going anywhere!"

The summit cold at the dead end
The first dew throws its weight
But the road has ended and here I am
That sudden dawn and shimmering gate

"That's it my lad, enter, enter!
Enter that you may never live"
The key is my hand is warm still
I turn around, I have more to give

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