I go through life as loud as a motorbike
with every swipe at my face a remembrance of the contained animal within me
I am strategy and not impulse
I prey on success with cold and calculation
The numbers add up with every letter, every word and entanglement
With every brain sliver that I take
We both reach success
I was lost and then I found you
We found success and then we found more than we thought we could ever know
From here on out, its hot pipes and tail lights.