the races

the car you bought
so many years ago
you pulled out of that lot
onto such a straight road
sun was shining

in grey dusk it's clear
the road is too, too straight
it only leads further 
so many signs promising to fulfill
just up ahead
they must be old
cause they lie 

and somehow it's also
a dead end

if you can get out of that car
onto a couch
it is a joy to watch the races
the deadly speed
peeling roars
a circuit
the perfect repeating circuit
no empty promises
just speed and repeat

the beautiful relief
from that straight-ahead