The cars flash by,
heedless of impediments,
savouring their very endangerment.
The screech of brakes
applied too late,
the tooting of horns
announcing their fate.
The endless swearing
a flood, a veritable Tourette's spate.
Why the hurry, why the rush?
The answers lost in the airless, G-Force crush.
Acceleration, speed, road greed,
the destinations nebulous.
On arrival, all adrenalin spent
patience returns, banishing the impetuous.