Sixteen’s Crash

Tires run a joyous path
On the bright freedom highway
Listening to a friend’s laugh
The perfect Independence Day

Basked in the wonders of mobility
As a foot pedal tears me away fast
From second thoughts on my ability
Storefronts and sidewalks zoom past

Soon I wait to cross a four lane stream
Anxiously glancing behind at the pile
Hesitantly I pull into a rushing dream
Just trying to take my turn in the file

Time stands still and the world is hushed
The clock winds up and I find my car crushed

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