Cruising along on a high-rental ride

Easing into overdrive

The seat switching gears as the power subsides

The object to make the source revive

The best feel is the custom kind

That floors the shifter to speed control

And presses the limits from free to bind

In a grid that allows for shock and soul

The earth fades out in a cryptic space

And reinflates in a thorough time

Watch it all with your own face

From your perch on your own dime

Knock out your walls and sit alone

And let the new age hit you back

You’ll lose your place in parts well known

But you’ll shake your past a whack to black