Blind Spots

90 on the freeway.
Fast lane cruising.
Chasing a sun some
run away from.
Burning gas and day
light. No time to waste.
Just money to make.
Tunnel vision – no time
to look back. Staying
in the fast lane. Not
in vain – just avoiding
pain. Reach top speed
and succeed. Pushing
the pace, it’s a race.
90 on the freeway.
It is my escape. Away
from slowing down,
I push toward new life:
another opening door.
In your blind spot,
I show myself before
I am somewhere else.
Don’t mind me. I am
gone: a fading song.

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.

Outside the Lines

Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.