It’s a Rally, Alright

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Gas. Brake. Gas.
Brake. Gas. Brake.
Gas. Gas. Gas.
Break free and see what’s ahead.
Remember, she said that it’s not The New that
will misconstrue your step on yesterday’s pedal.
Gas. Shift. Gas.
Shift. Gas. Gas
and drift into tomorrow,
without your sorrowful commiseration of today’s regrets.
Fuck the wheel, and fuck
the threats of limits They made
for The Past.

  • Is a Clinical Pharmacy Practitioner at a large, academic medical center. He embraces life with the intent of maintaining balance in all aspects of his life.

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