90 on the freeway.
race
We live in a space station.
We act different, appear different,
talk different, yet, we are the same.
I shift gears. I run past
mirrors fast. I just go.
90 on the freeway.
We live in a space station.
We act different, appear different,
talk different, yet, we are the same.
I shift gears. I run past
mirrors fast. I just go.
