it all started with m

and today while I was driving over 125 mph on the 52 I had made only two choices:
I was either going to hit the side of the mountain first or watch the carnival of red and blue in my rearview while I tried so very hard to think of nothing
and do nothing until it just finally happened.
and while the memories flashed and the music
played I could not help but remember the very
thing I was trying to forget.
but as the freeway merged
I was closer and closer to what has
had me concerned for the past two years.
not the men in blue, or the end of the lane,
but for the same reason I'm writing
this damned thing
in the first
place.