Turn On The Engine

Hands on the wheel
Turn your back to the past
Turn on the engine
The heart will adjust

Feel the rumble
Air pressure rising
Working temperature
Not yet reached

As long as it’s running
It doesn’t hurt that much
And the air in your lungs
Doesn’t come all that hard

Body borders all blurred
Mind expanding to take it all in
Feel the road in your bones
A scientifically impossible thing

I’ve been told, a complex machine
Is more than the sum of its parts
I have a wireless connection
To its oil-greased heart

Hands on the wheel
Turn your back to the past
Turn on the engine
The heart will adjust