Drive train gear 2

Sun tripled by glass and cracked black exoskeleton
Threatening to melt batteries, skin from bone, and the
waxed paper bags that I filled with future fat sitting saturated: parallel my swimming in sweat
Palms still slick and gripping tar stained sticky leather mast that's
permanently unaligned, left a little sidewind
"It cannot be cured" says man more educated than I
Some things don't get better, only amplified by time
Entropy's inherent,
I'm uncareful, clumsy, half blind
Worsened by my perspiration and the stunning sunrise
Pouring in my eyes through a windshield never fixed right
Anyway, highway speed, we have places to be
Friends I moved away from
Ones who moved away from me
Two to sixth faster than walking in the park, I am mostly made of plastic but
I'm storm force breeze,
The nature of the navigator no longer concerns me
How much does each turn matter if you always circle back?
The destination is the distance, not a function of it
You can hope to hit the things you missed next time around the track.