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.