i turned the gear to the way i know the most
but you, in the passenger seat, reached for the gear
and turned it to the way
you want
me to go.
yet, i kept driving, stared ahead, went with it.
another intersection came in to view.
you asked me where
I want to go
i turned the gear with confidence
but you turned the gear to the way you want
me to go.
i kept my mouth shut, stared ahead, went with it, kept driving.
another intersection.
you stared at me as if asking
and with shaking hands, i turned the gear where
I need
to be.
but you shook your head and turned the gear to the way
you want
me to be.
i stared ahead, thinking
im the driver under the passenger's control.
another intersection.
i didn't need to look at you to know
i turned the gear to the way
you want
me to go.
as I turned to all your ways, i felt pure melancholy
this is not my road.
this is your way, not mine.
another intersection.
with a brave heart, I turned the gear to the way i want to go; to the way i need to be.
but
you fought for the gear,
and for the first time, i fought back
and eventually
we crashed.
and you blamed me,
looked at me with disappointed eyes.
and soon enough
i started to do the same
i blamed myself for
going for my dreams;
for making my own decisions.
-F.T. 03/04/17
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
i turned the gear to the way i know the most
but you, in the passenger seat, reached for the gear
and turned it to the way
you want
me to go.
yet, i kept driving, stared ahead, went with it.
another intersection came in to view.
you asked me where
I want to go
i turned the gear with confidence
but you turned the gear to the way you want
me to go.
i kept my mouth shut, stared ahead, went with it, kept driving.
another intersection.
you stared at me as if asking
and with shaking hands, i turned the gear where
I need
to be.
but you shook your head and turned the gear to the way
you want
me to be.
i stared ahead, thinking
im the driver under the passenger's control.
another intersection.
i didn't need to look at you to know
i turned the gear to the way
you want
me to go.
as I turned to all your ways, i felt pure melancholy
this is not my road.
this is your way, not mine.
another intersection.
with a brave heart, I turned the gear to the way i want to go; to the way i need to be.
but
you fought for the gear,
and for the first time, i fought back
and eventually
we crashed.
and you blamed me,
looked at me with disappointed eyes.
and soon enough
i started to do the same
i blamed myself for
going for my dreams;
for making my own decisions.
-F.T. 03/04/17
Dear mom.
"I am a king under your control."
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