Bumper Cars.
Intentionally, strategically I set forth.
Nearing your lane,
attempting to grasp the feeling of becoming parallel.
However, stemming a conservative distance.
Prohibiting my vehicle from combusting into flames.
Recurrence is a frequency we dabble in.
Bumper Cars.
Its so soothing when I drift onto your side of the lines.
Temporary satisfaction is something I have normalized.
Until we abruptly dislodge all stability,
Spiraling out of control.
Practicing emotional suicide.
Bumper Cars.
I have knowledge of the repercussions.
Continuing to set forth,
expecting contrasting results.
Knowing the probability of the Universe allotting my request.
Us to coincide this time.
Bumper Cars.
Facing the visual detox of you,
disables my rationalization.
I am on my way.
I will arrive in do time.
Infinite efforts for infinite love.
Insanity.
Bumper Cars.