The Highway

To whom it may concern
like ashes in an urn  
a bulb and straw with ice that's fire is a hard way best unlearned  
Life is a highway is a ride  
it is a bumpy one in fact  
bumpy as fuq like doing a hundred down a dirt road on four flats  
I can't desert the hurt  
with danger I don't flirt  
I do it doggy style flying higher than Captain Kirk  
Trees give me air I need to breathe in return I give them smoke  
I never seem to catch my breath but I never ever see them choke Blind eyez that see  
deaf ears that hear  
a mouth with dumb tongue speech  
I can tell you the road best to be traveled but I cant practice what I preach  
You have to run to win  
these words I'll live and die by    
" stay in the race keep up the pace never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly
" The season we're entering must be winter for mankind  
everywhere you look there's ice everybody is talking double  
and nobody Is thinking twice  
As it did so begin  
it too will surely end  
in a quickness faster than any eye can bat lashes  
and when the time comes that my runs done  
and my soul in this body it passes don't bury me in dirt  
and poison the earth  
just cremate me  
and snort my ashes