Lyric

Triple-nine heart in a featherweight frame

Little me chose it for speed and aim

Drawn to the steel, I slide on the seat

Skirt rides the wind, long hair on the beat

Target: Wangan—an endless line

Midnight bright like borrowed daytime

Over the bridge, my breathing locks to time—

First gear—120—rev limit—SHIFT!

Second—180, Third—220—SHIFT! (Whoa-oh)

Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT! Fifth—299—digits freeze!

Lights turn liquid; the world streams fine

Left foot clicks to 5, the dash reads 299

“Maybe there’s 6?”—a whisper rides the line

Digits stay frozen; fear sparks—but my right stays wide

A truck cuts in—full brake, I brace

It won’t stop; rear lifts—time thins its lace

Edge of impact—white flash floods my sight—

I jolt awake—soft morning starting light

First—120—rev limit—SHIFT! / Second—180—SHIFT!

Third—220—SHIFT! / Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT!

Fifth—299—still frozen—“Is there 6?”—I breathe, keep it safe