My Personal Daytona

Racing around the infinite track,
the thoughts fly by like there's no going back.
Competing with sanity to get ahead,
peace of mind dwells on when it led.
Driving the opponents to fall behind,
speeding ahead trying to control my mind.
Like NASCAR drivers fight for fame,
the idea of sobriety fights my brain.

Drafting past to move in front,
sliding perfectly like an organized stunt.
Quickly advancing to the priority,
efficient in snuffing any hope of normality.
Working it's way to leading the race,
Artfully painting the rest frozen in place.
The driver gracefully finishes his move,
as the dream of freedom dreadfully begins to lose.

Time falters while the laps descend,
viciously these thoughts push all to end.
Cheering out loud for the finale,
the last turn comes unexpectantly upon me.
Driving now as fast as possible,
only way for me to win is to crank the nozzle.
The finish line decides life or death.
Time to decide if I can outrace this mess!