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May 2015
I've always been the one back in the car
driving from behind, while the others sit with pride.
I didn't care whether I am noticed or not,
maybe afraid from the weight I'd get, if I sat in front.
But, I've always held the wheel, never closed my eyes,
I never put my trust in them, for that is what I am.

It's been all the same,
until you climbed in the back and said:
"Is this the place where I sit?"
Afraid again I am,
for what I want is you to stay here.
Afraid again I am,
for yet I again I fear that I would care.
I saw that you like the back more,
but they won't stop calling you in the front, for sure.
For the clean soul you also are,
you are afraid to listen to your ownΒ that you very much want.
You'll listen the others, for the caring soul you are.
I can not drag you back, for that is what I am.
Steady now, think what you want,
I say that, because I do care.
You can put your belt,
I know that you like it here.
You'll be better off.
I do welcome you to stay.
Written by
KT  Macedonia
(Macedonia)   
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