I don’t roll the windows down,

It feels like cheating.

I’d rather feel the heat.

 I’d rather do the work.

I’d rather live this feeling.

I could never scream loud enough

To break all the way through.

I don’t breathe. I get dizzy from the power.

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And when I hit that note

And carry it for miles,

When my spirit tears itself away from my clingy flesh,

And the world becomes a blur

Before I almost crash and die…

I might just roll the window down.

But that’s cheating.