Mom was on the computer and I asked if I could do some poetry. She typed while I told her what to type. I hope you like it!

If you only knew I’ve been hanging by a thread
Because I got too much information
It’s far away because I can’t reach it
If you can, I will be happy
Plus I don’t know how much I love racing
And I can’t be more dangerous than this
Because it is how dangerous I can be
And I hate the rush it takes to get out of it
I may be, can be less dangerous than you want me to be
If you hate the real me I can act like the new me
I don’t know if you can be with me all the way there
But I forget the way you told me how
If you can say it again we can discuss this later
But I hate the fire burning
If I can just hear your voice one more time
I will be so happy then usual
If I could count to two hundred thousand you can too
If you can feel the way I do press the throttle down
Maybe the way I suffocate I can come back again
And I can’t remember the last time it has come
But being a race car driver like Dale Earnhardt Jr
It would be nice to be a NAHRA drag racer
That would be cool too
If I could wait again after that I can wait for a car
And I would like a plane like the P50-1 Mustang
Or I could have the Ghost Rider Mustang that would be nice too
Or I could be a pilot to be with you if I can
The next time I wreck in a car I could feel the rush it takes to be one of those
If you ever feel the last one to the finish line or a crossing line
You can be like me and feel the horsepower in the drag race
And in a Dale Earnhardt Jr car it would be a rush to be like you
I can do this with you not telling me the words that I can speak
If you still love me I will take that too, will you
If you can’t I might as well go with you again
Still I remember the words to this giant story
If you can I will be happy
Is that good