What speed goes so fast

As I head off

Hurtling downhill

Into the afternoon

And straight past 5

With my fingers in my hair

Trying to shampoo out

My thoughts in the shower

And wash them down the pipe

With hot tea to relax

I can’t stop going lately

And part of me loves it

Like an object in motion

Happy to stay moving

Having gotten to this speed

Seeming almost

Not to require energy

To maintain the breakneck

Though I fear the force

That will halt my hurtle

And possible break everything

At some point down

The non-now worry road