Speed

I can feel the wind rushing through my hair.

The speed lifting me from my feet.

Its an addiction, its a curse.

The adrenaline in my veins as I look in all mirrors searching for police.

The lightness of my car flying as it reaches triple digit speeds.

The exhileration of acceleration.

The power at my toes, controled by my fingertips.

The roaring sound of the RPMs raising in the engine.

Its in my veins, poison traveling through me.

An addiction, a drug stuck in my system.