The Most Familiar Mode

The luxury car was given to me

I was careful to conserve as much as I could 
Gently pressing down with my foot
And letting go at the crest 

I feel it in my running 

Especially through these highs and lows 
But only if I am looking 
Beyond the most familiar mode

And not sleeping in my thoughts 
Or consuming myself 
With the monkeys and bananas 
That live in my head

I feel the engine's low whisper
Gently up the hill
Alert momentum pushing forward 

Tempted to turn the car off and just glide down