Drive thru, drive thru the valley del sol,

Past the Palms singing in rhyme.

Warmth filling body and all,

Mind mending from troubled times

Tall peaks surround the joyous drive,

Snow capped future like that which left.

Hot dry air to succumb,

The cold and bitter from whence I come.

Red convertible speeds along,

Top folded back where it belongs.

Readout is faster than that posted,

Smile is bigger, heart so boasted.

Twist and turns as height is gained,

No rails or safety net to contain.

From ear to ear is a grin,

Tires squeal and start to spin.

For some a fright,

Is this driver’s delight.

Today by self, none to faint,

So for now no restraint.

Passing others that stand still,

While they obey the numbers will.

Open throttle, leaded sole,

Roadside passes, like vision stole.

As summit nears,

A willful glee.

Now to return without fear,

United now, nature and me.

Decent is quick,

Almost surreal,

Maintain wit,

Less nothing to feel.

Soar pass ledges at edge of road,

Car and soul lighten their load.

Next turn has drop off into abyss,

Attention to detail, nothing to miss.

A misfires occurs,

In the grey engine bay,

My thought loses focus, blurs,

Obscures reason to stay.

Partial seizures grips my thoughts,

Changes mood in a second lost.

Nothing matters, love or bought,

Brain malfunctions at all cost.

No longer pleasure this drive of mine,

Now a fight for life over brain’s misfire.

Curve approaching with cliff to dine,

On this auto and occupant, such desire.

Pain courses battered mind,

Speed beyond what physics deed.

Images flash of what they’ll find,

Wreckage, carnage, body freed.

Rest from this earth’s tenacious glue,

Mind tells me to let go.

Peace ahead: fly into the blue,

Soar up to the start of snow.

A battle fought in mental mode,

Seizures grip will not dwell.

Focus now far down the road,

This is no place to say farewell.

With mighty force the wheel does turn,

While I’m quiet, tires screech.

Gravel flies, rubber burns.

Car looms over thousands of feet.

Drive thru this time,

Drive thru this pain.

Some other place, this times not mine,

Drive thru, drive thru to gain.

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Other works by Clay (should you get bored and need something to read!)

WaveGoodbye

Raven’s Rest

The Watch