A Stitch In Time in My Poetry Slams

If you’re thinking of me
Let me save you some time
I’m everything you want to be
Your gut can’t read road signs
Blinders on, pedal to the metal
A full screaming ride
That you can’t step off
Wave after wave until you find hell
Scents of sweats regrets can smell
Until you open a window
And a god opens the door
But you’re not knowing id the prize is rich or poor
A sexy roulette spun without hands
Trusting fate to see where it lands
Please don’t break that trust in me