Not About Racing

My mind races, so I drive fast,

wave a checkered flag for a checkered past,

taking victory laps, for always placing last,

I know, I'll still find a way to crash,

was that my life or a camera, I just saw a flash,

bowed my head, too late,

BAM, felt the crack,

...Hawaiian belly dancer flies off the dash...

The car spins, I grin, it feels like a win,

race track in the sky, air bag hitting chin,

stuck in the belt, but climbing out the skin,

start running from the scene, as C-P-R begins,

all in slow motion like I am meant to suffer,

It's a lifestyle that comes, when you're out burning rubber,

trying to earn heart like Earnhardt, as demons all hover,

that's how ford explorers leave a lot of road undiscovered.