Today, the car is in cruise control.
I take it slow and go with the flow.
Today, I take a ride down Memory
Lane. I revisit past pain and travel
through time frames: different days.
I unravel. I tear up gravel to navigate
an unknown fate. I carry weight;
I talk to my shadows: old versions
of myself. Sometimes, I ask them
for help – words of advice. Miles
into Memory Lane, I face pain
and embrace joy all the same.
I see old friends of mine the way
they were before I last saw them.
I notice houses I used to live in;
I recognize yards I used to play in.
I begin to see places I have been.
Today, I met with Father Time
and rode down Memory Lane
before any new memories came.
Tag: cruise
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.
Rules of the Road
There are rules of the road.
Don’t ask me why there are.
I drive it just like you.
We drive similar cars.
We’ve hit many potholes;
We’ve driven in the snow.
We’ve felt this open road.
The same road we all know.
Bumpy, windy, rough, and long,
this road has proved us wrong.
No matter how bad it gets,
we must follow the rules.
We chase the sun as it cools.
We must never break these rules
with our own destructive tools.