Driving, drifting away
My hands on the steering wheel
The road ahead of me
Goes straight
It’s fast, yet safe
The asphalt is dry, the grip is good
.
Driving into the mountains
Temperature falls, road gets winding
Slower speed, slippery road
Attention, attention
Yet, my foot
My foot pushes it down
.
Be aware, something was there
Was it moving
Or was it a stone
I should slow down
To get control
It would be wise
JE-2018
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