I put the phone down and return to work.
Some thing lacking in that voice, like fatigue had stretched it beyond tensile limits.
I've worried and offered help, but understandly some battles are meant to be fought alone.
It is like watching a rally car speed into one of those mountain tunnels in the swiss alps.
Tyres squealing and engine roaring, fighting to stay in the lanes even before it reaches the tunnel entrance.
And then ZOOM!!! as it speeds past the crowd, swallowed by the inky blackness of the moutain pass (that's my melodrama for you, the alp tunnels are actually very well lit in an orange glow, and rally cars NEVER drive in there)
Now, there is nothing to do but sit at the other end of the tunnel and wait, with hope that the car will victoriously emerge.
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All that rally car talk reminded me of one of my fave angry driving songs.
Going the distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning they yearn for the cup.
They deftly manuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
As they speed through the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
(chorus)
He's going the distance,
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (all alone) all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course.
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance......aaaahhhhh aaahhhhh.....
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line-
He's haunted by something he can not define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes, of doubt and remorse.
Assail him impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving-still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memory will fade.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course.
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up.
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
kousoku oni
speed demon 高速鬼
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