Motorcycle crash
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Swift over desert...
Flying through the air. Time stops!
His legs, once, no more.
Take the time, to look twice
Even if you’re feeling not so nice
There they could be, driving carefully
Enjoying the view, without a clue
But It is you, driving reckless
Presently, I'm treading water
In a sea of memories trying
Their best to rush over me;
Like music infiltrates the ears
of the listener. That simple, that quick,
That easy to lose yourself and get
