Rush
It's 3am the world wrapped up in its starry night blanket sleeps I'm going down the highway shaky pin points to 1-2-5 I like the feel my hands wrapped round leather shaking steering wheel trees rushing by in obscure blurs weaving in and out of imaginary traffic real thoughts merging dissolving into space time stands still and flies by my window wings suspended then freed into the night my eyes wide open white knuckled rush heart restless thrill seeking speed deep breathing blood coursing adrenaline feeds my temporary oblivion what a rush
*Poem "Rush" by S.Aime � 2008, All Rights Reserved*