stuck in my ca ****
I have little room to grow

I want out
my predator's not giving me a chance-
ready to crush my underlying beauty


I want to start my journey
free of influence and guilt


understanding my freedom 
I soon realize I could be the next optimist on that insect infested windshield


Cars are like soldiers, imitating life's obstacles
I fail to make progress

Months go by, still fighting both battles I ask:
Is my future still worth fighting for?

I did not choose this life