Ode to the BMW - The Matador's Velocity Dream
In the realm of asphalt kingdoms, under neon's glow, There's a steed that races, through the night it flows. A chariot of dreams, on roads less traveled by, A BMW, my heart's desire, beneath the starlit sky. She roars in whispers, a tempest dressed in steel, A fusion of art and engineering, a masterpiece to feel. With every turn and every gear, she dances with the breeze, In her embrace, I find my freedom, my soul's unyielding ease. Her headlights pierce the shadows, a lighthouse for my path, Guiding me through life's crossroads, away from wrath. In her, I see the journey, not just the destination, A bond forged in velocity, a thrilling elation. The hum of the engine, a symphony so sweet, A pulse that races, in sync with my heartbeat. The leather and chrome, under fingertips it thrives, In this cockpit, I'm alive, this is where I thrive. ...