You can reach for the throttle.
Achieve a velocity so violent,
your head pulses and throbs.
There is violence in being still.
No reason can prevent you
from demolishing one-thousand bricks
simply by using the terminal velocity
that is found in thickest part
of your skull.
Don’t try to explain it.
No one wants to hear about why
you ended up here.
You move too fast and the
propulsion of your dissatisfaction
It’s only ever enough rope to hang from.
There isn’t actualization.
So open it up, hit the red.
They won’t notice if you don’t show up
or end up dead.