A Car Ride To Me
A car ride to me is pulling out from my previous location and driving to an unknown destination
Leaving wherever I'm going completely up to chance and imagination
It's moving between the speeds of 40 and 60 to keep things safe
But only around the village block because it's late
As a short escape from the thirty-plus-degree-heat of the day.
A car ride to me is cancelling out the sound of everyone and everything
As the radio plays an early 2000s song that I am somehow still able to sing from memory
It's remembering other moments on the road
Recalling old stories once told
And winding down the windows to feel the air turn cold.
A car ride to me is navigating through life with a limited amount of time
Making split decisions of whether I should turn left or right
It's seeing other cars next to mine
And wondering if the people in them are fine
Or if like me they are still waiting for a suspenseful green light.
A car ride to me is my mother's specialty since she has given more than she takes
I will one day return the favour as I am still learning to lift my foot off the break
It's overcoming that which one fears
And embracing the struggles that are near
While driving through the breeze that manages to brush away each tear.
A car ride to me is a world of it's own shown only to those who are willing to go
Beyond the confines of the one we behold
It's waiting for reality to eventually come for me
As the fuel gauge needle slowly slides to “E”
But during the minutes before that I am free.
Copyright © Daniel Koria | Year Posted 2019
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