My thoughts are on a race track.
My team is my organs
My brain is the leader
My lungs are the engines.
My heart is the purpose and passion.
“speed speed away before they catch up “ my brain says. “i can’t breathe im vomitting gasoline”. My lungs choke out . My heart beats out the hood of the car.It’s passion is striving, but losing so far.
In a blink of an eye the car flips twice and hits the side of the road. Being excessively fed by the dirt and the grass. My lungs roar in pain. Why didn’t no one ever mention the brakes