A red Ferrari

Imagine you,

Cruising through the alps,

One hand on the wheel,

The other on your girl’s thigh,

Playing a romantic song,

While the cold breeze hits your face,

You smile,

Not because you were born into it,

But because you built it for yourself,

Knowing you didn’t deserve anything lesser than the absolute best,

Knowing it was uncertain you would make it,

But you still tried,

Held on to that last hope,

Even though life tempted you to let go,

People called you crazy,

You now know,

You are here simply because you didn’t know when to give up.

Your girl looks at your smile and asks why you’re smiling,

You go,

“It’s nothing sweetheart, what’s the next song on the playlist?“

And you keep driving.

So is the way of the competent man,

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