The dots along the road became a line,
The poles along the side became a fence,
By driving fast I didn't see the sign,
The cliffs that lie ahead were quite
screams - bush and trees,
Bounced and tossed, and
Please make this whole thing stop.
to make it back up to the road,
And when I did, I knew I'd be all right,
I hit the gas and headed on my way,
The dots along the road became a line.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul