Crazy

He drives me crazy.
That passenger seat in his Pontiac.
Where seat belts don't exist,
Just Responsibilities that were never developed.
A picture of all things abstract.
With the gas petal dragging the ground.
Don't slow down..
Passing by blurs,
Causing everything to be unfamiliar.
Besides the hand on my knee that comforts my every being.
I am like an addict reaching euphoria.
This rush causes my heart to beat fast.
Where ever we are going I don't care.
As my heart follows,
I will be home.
Even in a foreign land.
Where tongues only create mere sounds.
And skin collides.
Unaware of my surroundings.
As my pupils dilate to his reflection.
This must be crazy.

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