Racing Stripes
A checkered flag
In my prescient dreams
Before I reach for the accelerator;
The roar of the imaginary crowd
Floods my senses
As I brake to a sudden stop
In response to the car ahead of me;
And I'll never forget the playback clip
When I reviewed the accident
That totaled by baby
And retired my racing stripes.
Believe it!
In my prescient dreams
Before I reach for the accelerator;
The roar of the imaginary crowd
Floods my senses
As I brake to a sudden stop
In response to the car ahead of me;
And I'll never forget the playback clip
When I reviewed the accident
That totaled by baby
And retired my racing stripes.
Believe it!
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This poem is about paying attention as life happens.
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