RMC

The clutch is such a speed
I need to feed the beast much
has been said about my creed
but I need a lead not a crutch.

Let’s take the byway Friday
and make the weekend ours.
It doesn’t have to be my way
as long as we do it for hours.

Blood rushes to my head
as we climb ecstasy to be free.
I feel a hemhorage ahead
to relase endorphins within me.

Damn my frame solid core
I want your touch so I soar;
my values I want to ignore,
we can make memories more.