lesson not learned
here I come
moving faster than I ever imagined possible
careening toward what
I never know
you can't tell me
but here we go
I try to look out the window
everything flies by in a blur
I remember last time
off the road. over the cliff. out of my mind
when the dust settled I climbed the muddy bank and looked down at the wreckage, smoldering below
sparks taking to the warm breeze
crepitatious windsong in my ears
the scent of singed hair in my nostrils
"Be more careful in the future" said a voice.
Indignantly I scoffed. "Obviously."
then you arrive, in a different car this time
"They make them safer now." we agree.
"And we'll handle things differently this time."
behind the wheel once more
on this winding road once more
and just there
around the next bend
the faintest wisps of lingering smoke