I’ve long had a penchant for fast cars, and have even owned a few, though I seldom exceed the posted
Legal limit. What does this indicate about the nature of my driving? That I feel the need to speed, but lack the
Necessary courage to press the engine to the full extent of its ability? Or that I only use my car’s
Excessive horsepower as a tool to avoid potential collisions with less observant or less capable
Drivers? There is probably a metaphor for the way I live my life embedded in the
Lines of this poem, but to analyze it, I’d need to either slow down considerably or speed way up.