Speed

Fifty-five in a twenty-five,
not quite feelin' alive.
Sweat drips down in a bead,
Speed is the only thing I need.
Out of the city and into the fields;
Nothing compares to the excitement that this yields!
Gazing out at the trees are standing still,
I almost miss the scream from beside me.
"Slow Down!" My heart begins to pound.
The boundaries have been found.
Brakes come in way too late;
We're losing control, meeting fate.
One hundred in a fifty-five,
Just began to feel alive.
Life begins to fade
as I'm made aware of the mistake that I have made.
Shrill screams in my ear,
further intensify my worst fear.
Life's events flash before my eyes;
just another wake-up call in disguise.
One hundred in a fifty-five,
the only one to make it out alive.