Hurry hurry, the wheels chant,

Quick quick, rush rush.

He does not watch outside the car;

His radio is far more important.

Turn the dial—unhappy with music,

Change it again.

He is immortal, invincible—

Nothing can happen to him.

Take a sip of coffee, whirl around a turn—

Hot liquid spills into his lap.

Stream of curses passes between his lips.

He does not see green turn to yellow—

And then yellow bleeds to red.

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Hurry hurry, the wheels chant,

Quick quick, rush rush—

Late for meeting.

She goes over note-cards, barely watches the road.

Flies through intersections,

Immortal, invincible—

Nothing can happen to her.

Phone rings, she answers—

Boss is angry: she is late.

Turning left without looking,

She never sees that she needs to brake.

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Cars are built to withstand pain—

Bodies are oh so fragile.

Metal shrieks and screams, moans and howls—

And he is broken.

He did not feel his final breath—

He was dead before.

But she lies there, numb and motionless.

People try to help her;

She does not respond.

Her eyes are closed and her mind is gone,

Lost somewhere deep within.

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Hurry hurry, the wheels chant,

Quick quick, rush rush.

You are immortal, invincible—

Nothing can happen to you.

And if you hurry hurry,

Nothing is all you may become.