A little breath, a pause, and I am free;
But no, we keep on hurtling at speed
Past every stop sign, towards infinity.
Tell me the reason, tell me why the need
For this incessant haste, and why we may
Not stop, not slow, not even turn at all
In such a desperate haste. What might allay
This madness? For unless we stop, or stall,
I cannot see a way we can escape
The crash that haunts our end - yes, ours, not mine,
For you are bound with me, and what will scrape
Away at me will hurt you next in line.
So please, please stop; or if you will not, then
I'll have to try to take the wheel again.
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