Travelling down the f
reeway,
nearly black as the night
.
Speeding through the radio w
aves,
the moon provides the lig
ht.
Guiding yellow lines,
mark faithfully the path,
S P E E D
Winds caress your eyeballs,L
iterature by MindCrime
should I cry or should I laug
h?Blade Productions
Flying carefree down the blac
kened road,
unto which the tires are 
sewed.
With rising pressure, the w
indsheild bends
The music is blastin, ahe
ad the road ends.
The adrenaline pumping as y
ou feel that need,
theres is no escaping it,
 the need for speed.