These are places you will continue to go
Where the roads are paved with unforeseeable pain
Where  each twist and yellow line
Reminds you of that feeling
Of why
Am I forced to go along with traffic
Of who
You feel is yelling instruction from that passenger seat
A curve of collusion
Following a river of responsibility
Allowing you to race along that valley
To that never ending feeling of this
Isn’t how it should be