of late i press the gas--

of late i press the gas
only so far as i need
to go, crawling along
with the pavement
with a strong sense
of destination but a
relaxed sense of arrival
with blinking lights
around me and my hub
safe and propelled by
the music and not
the other way around
and as i haven't much
time of late to create
i revel in each inch
of road passed over
taking this pace as
a gift and a splendid
delight worth sharing
with hundreds of motorists
on a daily basis