All of the components, materials, and parts  
  become a formidable creature; alive when it starts.
The sole purpose of this contraption, despite what people say
  is like any car, to get from point B to point A.

How similar we are to those heaps on the track,
  a single failure and there’s no coming back.
Call me demo batty or disturbingly profound,
  but somewhere in this mess, meaning can be found.

 Like these cars in their world of grease and grime,
  we need to make the most of our remaining time. 
For if one thing fails in our time of need,
  it's time for the boneyard, time to concede.

Life feels like a demolition derby, a one-time test drive
  to see who can go the longest and ultimately survive .
One can make the most of this heat, while still around;
  strong body, some vision, wheels firmly on ground.