Speed Racing

My thoughts go from 0-60 in less than 3.5,
traveling at breakneck speeds, 
up and down the raceway of my mind.

Where memories and dreams of futures past, 
collide like bumper cars,
when neither want to yield the right of way.

And yet,
I find myself searching the empty streets of my mind 
for traces of myself, etched across my thoughts
like graffiti in Brooklyn.