My Personal Daytona

Racing around the infinite track,

My thoughts fly on by.

Like there is just no going back.

Working with sanity to try to get ahead,

But my own peace of mind

Continues to dwell on when it led.

Driving the others to fall behind

As I do my very best to speed ahead

While also trying to control my mind.

Like drivers constantly fight for fame,

The idea of being sober

Constantly just fights my brain.

Driving quickly past to move in front,

While I uncontrollably sliding

Like an organized stunt.

Working its way to leading the race,

So I guess that the rest

Will just stay frozen in its place.

The driver carefully finishes his move,

As the dream of freedom

Unfortunately begins to lose.

 

Time just keeps on delaying while

The laps continue to descend,

But all these thoughts push all to end.

Cheering out loud for the finale,

The last turn comes quickly

Right directly up on me.

Driving now as fast as possible,

Only way I will be able to win

I will have to crank the nozzle.

The finish line decides life or death,

I guess that it is time to see

If I can outrace this mess!