Costal Cruise

by Sim Jinwei

When I heave, and when I sigh.
When things get tough, I'd love to fly,
By cruising alone, along the coast,
Green'd be the colour that excites me most.

The orange circles whiz by, like butterflies,
Their amber glow, like a thousand eyes.
So do the white lines, they zoom behind,
Sometimes I wish, for the answers I'd find.

They slow me down, the curving bends,
But quickens my worries, to reach their ends.
Inviting they are, the long straight stretch,
Worldly thoughts, from me to break and detach.

The exhilerating feeling, the silent winds cause,
Calm the senses, and erase my flaws.
It smells so good, I take a breath,
I hereby sentense, sadness to death.

The noises in my head, are creating a din.
Anybody, care to join me for a spin?