Limits are pushed,
The maximum overtaken.
Ending is far from near,
Beyond the sight of the mind.
Speeding out of control,
Without attempts to stop.
The day will eventually come
To get off this ride.
(2/5 on 11-6)
By this point, I was feeling it. I was going to make a record today. But to do
so, I had to push all the juice out of the inspiration fruit, and that's what
this poem is about! (Gasp)