The Road Home

The leather took me in like forever,
forever as a driver in quiet weather.

Flowing left and right,
cutting corners, while outrunning the others.
Turning the wheel with great hast,
shifting gears to keep up the pace.

Long road ahead, treading like a thorough bread.
Dodging traffic, getting graphic, something hectic,
road games straight to the core.

Burning streaks, at clutch speeds, tires peeling against
the road.
Speeding, seeking, four horses feeding, no signs of yielding.
Pistons reeling, squealing, kicking up a great feeling.

Adrenaline surging throughout my body,
the quickening taking over,
in control at full exposure.

A need for speed, full of life tour, coursing across every
waking vein.
Quite the open road dominant ruler.

Long road nearing the end,
time for me to go in.
Into my home, to conceal my wheels,
and rest the four horses I feel.
In the bed fit for a king, awaiting another open road scene.

10:00 pm is here time to disappear,
gotta catch my zzzzzzz,
let Ferrari breathe while laying in the cottage by the trees.

Morning comes at 7:00 am four horses hit the road again.
To put on another show,
for those treacherous foes.