Thoughts racing.
In an endless loop on a track meant for two.
No place to stop. Even if they could.
Heartbeat moves like a staccato tap.
Tut tut. It looks like rain.
Tears on the track cause a need for caution.
When did the dream fade?
Why do the thoughts race on a track meant for two?
Only one driver left in the track.
Driving a loop but can never...