Poetry

It’s Our Car, Baby

Y’see,
if I’m driven,
then I’m just
a car.
A vehicle, a
vessel.
I don’t want to live like that,
I want to be
in control.
(At least some of the time.)
So I’d rather be drivin’.
Let’s take turns
at the wheel.
We’ll switch off:
driver <–> shotgun navigator.
I’ll smile
and share the ride
with you.

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