Minutes away from death

I saw him swerve the corner
Dash past the red light
Sweat on his brow
Death in his sight
He barely avoided the curb
And the truck on his left
He made a direct call to a figure called death

Red mustang going just about 90 miles an hour
Just him and the steering wheel
A loud radio and the blast
Didn't even see death looking through his glass
Cellphone on the ear
Cigarette in the mouth
He nearly rear ended me
But his brakes helped him out

Overtook a minivan with a mom and her kids
Overtook an old man
Rolling his eye lids
If only he wasn't rolling them
Then he would see it coming
A small Honda civic, barely running

Turning a corner and hooting a horn
Life flashes before his eyes, straight to the day when he was born
Minutes away from death
Burnt from his own cigarette
Totalled his precious mustang and the civic too

Breathless but not lifeless
Slow down this could have been you