Dream Job
Windows down, smoke rolling in
The rumble of 800 horses ringing my ears
Sideways is where I choose to steer
It would make me feel complete
With so much torque at my feet
Drifting, is the dream that I seek
Wheels screaming and peeling
But it’s a serene feeling
The ultimate control
Fluttering the gas pedal, engine screaming
Knowing when to shift, solely on feel
Flames from the backfire beaming
To the car gods, I will always kneel
Hopefully one day I won’t be dreaming
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