Rush

Seeking speed as
If it confers a
Luxury, as lush
As an expensive 
Fabric, rushing
Like wind in a
Gale, all else
Forgotten, as if
Movement is all
That matters, as
If to speed is 
To spend a life
Of ease, not on
The edge as is 
All life, enigma
Passing all too 
Quickly, weaving
From lane to lane