On the twenty-sixth of November, the clocks softly chime, As Lukem turns twenty-seven, embraced by time. A journey through years, like roads winding afar, Guided by dreams and a love for fast cars. In the spectral twilight where shadows dare play, Whispers of mysteries beckon by day. Both engines and echoes speak to his soul, A blend of the earthly and the surreal whole. Through life's grand highway, may his passions ignite, Driven by speed and the thrill of the night. For Lukem, may mysteries and dreams brightly throng, Fueling each mile with his heart's timeless song.