In a world where steel and speed should roam free,
I see the price tags chaining what should be.
Engines roar in dreams I cannot own,
While coins decide what thrills are shown.
Mods crafted with love, now locked away,
Sold for dollars where passion used to play.
Each paid unlock feels like a theft of art,
A barrier built between the wheel and heart.
I crave the open roads of endless night,
Not the gated lanes behind a golden light.
Let the virtual asphalt remain unbound,
Where joy is driven, not bought or found.

