Rage Red Line

There is no place else I’d rather be

than with someone else that’s not me

there is no escape from world’s end

time isn’t something you can mend.

In a state of suspended inner isolation

without the fierce guard and desolation

reckless abandonment in the evening

substitute rational thought for feeling.

Save yourself the effort of finding truth

the throttle opens up the sun-moon roof

with nobody to watch the broken gauge

the needle dances above the red-line of rage.

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