Listening to: There Will Never Be Another You, MJQ
Thinking of:
The world in the cockpit is still, an air of calm and control as he prods on the right pedal. One by one, he passes cars as a gentle flick of the wrist, another gear is engaged, 6th it says on the panel. "Yeah, whatever..." a faint voice in his head murmurs. Slight twists of his hands and a directional change. Squeels ring out and the low rumble turns into a baritone whine. Yet, in the cockpit... all is calm.
As if nothing could disrupt him, living life one gear at a time... Probably best lived apart from the rest of the world, in his own mind, one turn after another.
Thinking of:
The world in the cockpit is still, an air of calm and control as he prods on the right pedal. One by one, he passes cars as a gentle flick of the wrist, another gear is engaged, 6th it says on the panel. "Yeah, whatever..." a faint voice in his head murmurs. Slight twists of his hands and a directional change. Squeels ring out and the low rumble turns into a baritone whine. Yet, in the cockpit... all is calm.
As if nothing could disrupt him, living life one gear at a time... Probably best lived apart from the rest of the world, in his own mind, one turn after another.
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