lane lines hopping by me as large white rabbits
who wave as they scoot under my tires.
i slowly begin to merge to the middle, as i morph into pacman.
i'm going to score all the points.
i'm going to get the cherry.
the cherry that is on my sword.
the sword is in the backseat and is aimed at my heart
and as i fly off the edge
i will smile knowing
that when i land,
the cherry will replace my heart
so that i can bleed a sundae in which i invite you all to eat!