Speed Limit

"Contrusction ahead" warns the signs on the road
Glistening orange behind a pale first snow
Faded black letters that are beginning to peel
Call out to these hands at the grip of the wheel
Foot hugs to the gas, not ready to ease
Eerie sound of the wind within the thicket of trees
Too important to miss so the foreboding's ignored
Now the wheels give in, the carousel's out of control
Headlights and fender become one with a tree
Through the raging inferno there's barely a breeze
Sirnes wail, casting inevetable shadows on the ground
Bells begin to ring, blocking out all of the sound
Up comes a man all dressed in white
Sweat on his forehead and fear in his eyes

"Broken legs, shattered ribs, possible concussion"

Two more men dressed exactly alike
Pull out a glowing white stretcher that lights up the night

"The hell was your rush?!"
the man in white asks in dismay
In no more than a hush, a reply...
"Please..my wife's having a baby"