It’s carnage outside
The streets are all backed up
With cars and excuses
For why we lost grip
Of who we wanted to be
Why instead we became
A cacophony
Of noise and engines
Rearing to go
Tearing through streets
At break-neck speed
When we should have moved slow

Caught our breath
We should have watched our chests
Rise and fall
To the sound
Of what this means to us all
Then we wouldn’t be spent
By our own discontent
Or the barrage of complaints
For why we didn’t make it

Fast is not best
We know this now
It’s time to rest
The motor’s out