Gears

Make everything all right by switching gears
When motoring downhill. Going downhill
Is what we're used to, but we've had our fill,
So downshift now, and overcome your fears
Of unknown turns. Turn now! For fifteen years
It's been just up down up down up until —
Were going off the road! Shut up! Sit still
And let the blown-out airbags dry your tears.

Now we've forgotten how to tell a lie,
In spite of all our practice, which is vast,
The unwanted truth coming out, at last,
And I'm not sure we're even going to try.
We're changing gears again. I don't know why.
Just how far are we going, and how fast?