Shaving a minute
By gunning the gas
A jolt of excitement
With each car I pass
And then, when I’m there
I’m one minute late
It’s better than two
But still not that great
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Shaving a minute
By gunning the gas
A jolt of excitement
With each car I pass
And then, when I’m there
I’m one minute late
It’s better than two
But still not that great