Cruise Control

I shift gears. I run past
mirrors fast. I just go.
Ya know? I will not lie;
I can fly. I can jump high
Sometimes I don’t ask
why. I must be on autopilot.
I am not driving the car
that got me far. The car
must be driven and not left
on cruise-control. Just know
my car will carry my soul
after the tank becomes full.