accidents happen when fate collides with the unprepared
so i’ve got the seat belt fastened on this fascination
going faster and faster
floor the pedal to the metal
add the gas tax to the syntax
and you’ve got a diction
drifting in a donut in an abandoned lot
late at night
wait
you’ve got the superhighway if i’ve got the drive
but you’re steering right?
i’m just here for driving lessons
from the prophet of the saturation age
just past the information stage
that place up ahead, we’ve been there before
where there aren’t any mysteries anymore
except for the ones we’ll never learn about one another
hidden like the juice of a fruit beneath the peel’s cover

god damn it, stop!
look what you did
now you’re making me rhyme
and mix up metaphors!
that’s it. game over.
flash it up, code it down, get out
crash!

next time i’m coming back as a different vehicle.