Behind the Wheel

It's just another day, I start up the car.
Radio blasting, windows down
Going about 15 miles an hour too fast
As I power up and down the streets of town.

Red lights, speed bumps, stop signs
God how I abhor thee.
All I want is to speed and rock,
Is that too much of a plea?

But then I get in the car with a friend,
And she doesn't even speed.
She is cautious and relaxed,
And says the radio is something she doesn't need.

“That place is cool, how'd they build it so fast?”
I ask with great apprehension.
“It's been there all along,” She laughs,
“You'd see, you know, if you'd just pay attention.”