I engaged in a lottery full of pottery for besottery.

It was a chicken game for fame my mind could not see it as the same Dame.

Emotions were high on the fly or die.

Run a car in a race a far through a taste of the risk for a frisk just for a kiss if I miss I lose it was fools gold as I fold it felt cold as I was told.

I raced through a train

my brain was like a crane in a drain…. It was felt utterly insane.