variable valency

my ride home goes yellow, blue, green, green, green
the staccato of life kicks at my heels, 
strokes my back in brittle and lustrous chrome 

chrome is the third hardest metal 
and comes in any color you want, 
but carbon on a finger still wins.

i'm thinking of you (and you and you and you)
what we lost to become more complete
now, the parts of us that are taking and 
being taken 

how can i be sure it's a zero-sum game 
unless i hit zero? 

it does not need to be perfect; 
i am driving too fast to see 

or maybe i meant the opposite. 

i am driving too fast to see 
it does not need to be perfect.