Driving while you were writing,
Who knew could be done?
First you would need a car,then voice to text,
Oh, and a concussion,
Or some other kind of head injury,
'Cause you're on the highway,
e'en 10 years ago it couldn't be done, you,
Without your friend writing down what you say,
But I don't have any to help me now,
That well's almost run dry,
Now at 130 clicks per hour,
This bed is where I live,
The one I made,
From scratch, with my own hands,
Perhaps it will lead me to find my dreams,
Still more innovation in this new.