wondering why
we rely
on greedy improvement :
that nothing will reach its potential
as long as it's still not perfect.
yet
nothing is perfect
so why do we try?
so goalless
we become.
so soulless
jumping the gun
and firing shots
just to be heard.
centrally devoted
to our horsepower
and not the road around.
but remember,
Ferraris
can't travel
in swampground.
I noticed
the way I spun out
that day...
and it freed me.
from now on
I'll travel on scooter if need be.