Street‑heat rising, pulse in the steel

White lines bending under chrome‑bright wheels

Dashlight flicker like a countdown spark

Every breath pushing me out of the dark

Shadows try to follow but they fall behind

Gravity breaks when I make up my mind

Threshold humming like a prophecy drum

Eighty‑eight calling — and I don’t play numb

I feel the pull

I feel the break

The world tilts open

When the engines wake

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I burn the past in a trail of fire

Eighty‑eight and gone —

No map, no fear, no tethered desire

Eighty‑eight and gone —

The night can’t hold what I’ve become

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I hit the line and I don’t look back at anyone

Cold wind twisting through the metal frame

Time shakes loose when I whisper its name

Road starts folding like a memory sheet

Old ghosts vanish in the heat‑beat beat

Sky cracks open with a silver roar

Every mile tearing off the skin I wore

No more waiting for a sign to appear

Eighty‑eight rising — and the way is clear

I feel the pull

I feel the break

The world tilts open

When the engines wake

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I burn the past in a trail of fire

Eighty‑eight and gone —

No map, no fear, no tethered desire

Eighty‑eight and gone —

The night can’t hold what I’ve become

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I hit the line and I don’t look back at anyone

Twin sparks rising

Road unwinding

Future finding

What I’m designing

Heatwave bending

Limits ending

Pulse ascending

No pretending

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I tear the clock from the hands of fate

Eighty‑eight and gone —

The world breaks open when I accelerate

Eighty‑eight and gone —

The past dissolves in the fire I run

Eighty‑eight and gone —

I cross the line and become the one‑to‑come