The Car

From birth to grave You must ride in the car Walking the streets Or riding a bike, won't get you far With every buckle of the belt The lie the system tells You are not safe Stay within the line You'll always be fine And rules will build your gate Inundated with choice The soul has nowhere to land So it sits in the appropriate seat Judging how to misunderstand Further up the road Where glory wants to hold The wheel that drives the car Wires fire and ignite Which way the flight Will raise the bar To walk upon the dewy grass With the rhythm of the earth One must disconnect the car And ride the vibrations into a new birth ...of possibilities Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-24-2022