It seems to be running at break neck speed,
Don’t know if it is running away, or just running from pure need.
Racing, racing toward the unknown,
Straight out, hell bent and like a cyclone.
Looking here, and looking there,
It is clear that the senses are totally aware.

Does this break neck speed have a purpose?
Or is it really worth all this fuss?
My engine revving day and night,
Keeping my fires burning strong, and bright.
What I know for sure, and without a doubt,
Is that this journey has its own route.

Uncontrolled and at a fevered pitch,
At some point it is possible to end up in the ditch.
I will do as I have always done,
Stand tall and proud, and act as if I’ve had loads of fun.
I might be bruised and sore and covered with dust,
Yet nothing can diminish my unbridled lust.

“Get over it,” I will tell myself,
Be nimble, and bouncing, and free as any elf!
Ready, willing, and always able,
To lay my cards, face up – and on the table.
“Deal with it,” I will most likely think,
Knowing I have been saved, once again, from going over the brink.

thanks for writing and welcome to the poetry forum.

Nice Write. Welcome to Mingle2!

Thank you kindly...

..an interesting place, this is.