When you drive at full capacity
you know it is not something you have done
Fourteen wheels and eight cylinders
We have escape velocity
You get by with six and struggle on four
What is missing known and felt and unknown too
But not that realization driving all out of the potential
For good bad middle everything
Now as is then but older
Universe doesn't think you'll live long anyways
Twenty years or forty seconds
Some numbers are better written
Seven wheels four cylinders
We both had 8 but we did not drive sixteen
Took and take turns for each other
Seven wheels 8 cylinders we had certain responsibilities
There are so many less as you get old
To know something is not to create something
They are things we find
Learn your capacity
I will get by
There are things I know that would make life better
Yet there are more of them I remain unaware
I try to drive to capacity
Two partners pass with ease
Relative hard to know another's view
It was a good run then
More ahead then behind maybe
Something best in us
Whatever the quantity enough
Know your best
Try and be it too