I’m on the move,
No acquaintances or hackneyed pleasantries.
My poker face spoke of my stern desire
to get to the end of the journey.
As I geared towards the rutted tracks,
I held on firmly, to keep my weavering hands
On the wheel.
Calibrating the distance to my destination,
I wondered if I could find an easier route,
To phase out the bumpy drive.
In my sordid nature,
I garner thoughts of difficulty, failure,
frustration.
The view before me is obscured
as I struggle to remain steady,
in a moonless sky.
Tires tired from getting hedged and ditched.
Breathe in and out slowly,
but thrives in the steadiness of my mind.
I geared up in velocity for a rough ride.
Insanely as I thought, I fired up.
I was losing control so I quit the chase.
Slow and steady wins the race, so they say.
So I remained consciously alert,
and maintained a slow speed level.
To save my life for the day.







© Papyrus