Trying to Try a Different Route
When I leave this clinic I must drive north
Not south
South goes past a high school
Which will be letting out upon my arrival
All I need is to be driving in the middle of a bunch of teens
who drive like Indianapolis 500 race car drivers
Playing chicken, honking, flirting,
There is also road construction which means waiting.
I have been waiting in this clinic for over an hour.
I hate waiting!
Head north I tell myself.
Head north.
Head north.
Head north.
My car automatically heads south.
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