heading fast for disaster

deer in my headlights

gunning down the freeway

don't know left from right

nothing stops tonight

mow down everything

that's left in sight

that tree in front of me

is just an obstacle

way out of this city

that's keeping me down

nothing left in this town

move on to the next exit

trying to start over

on the pretentious pretext

that a habitual rover

will find a place

finally to land

when one's feet

are continually

rooted in sand...