I remember the gleam of the headlight
The shine and polish of chrome
And of steel
I also remember the pain that the sheen brought to my life
First an accident
A fight or two, even more
Then death and disease
It haunts me now
Has since the very day
I saw each polished silvery piece
First a wheel
Then a handle
I see the grass below me
As I soar above, speeding by
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