Back Seat Driver

By Jove, he talks now
As if he knows all
Can’t stop his advice
Keep cutting his call
Stay in slow lane now
Eager to die, are you?
Are you listening to me?
Turn down that radio
Don’t look here and there
Risk involved is so high
Is my talk bothering you?
Venting my fury on slow
Elapsing time, I fight to
Remain focused on road
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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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