I never was a fan
Of buckling in a van
And sitting
To mostly go
Where I never wanted.
I never found it a thrill
Scrunching my body
In every vehicle my grandparents leased
Every time my family and I would visit.
And, isn’t it ironic
How I’m the middle child of my family
And the middle seat in the back would always be available
Especially for me?
Traveling on a road
For more than an hour
Feels like a breeze after a time.
But somehow the shorter car rides
Seem to take forever,
The basic mile perceptually elongated.
Just my luck.
Everything I have done,
Every activity my parents rode me too
Required my AIS
And patience toward whichever parent
Navigated.
I almost begin to believe
That traffic roads have a treadmill mechanism
To illusion travel and make one believe
That the wheels spin forward,
But I think they lag atop the same gravel
Much too long for my patience and time.
As I crave for a hurry in life
When time slowly fumbles,
I wonder if I would get to where I want to be faster
If I took the wheel.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
I never was a fan
Of buckling in a van
And sitting
To mostly go
Where I never wanted.
I never found it a thrill
Scrunching my body
In every vehicle my grandparents leased
Every time my family and I would visit.
And, isn’t it ironic
How I’m the middle child of my family
And the middle seat in the back would always be available
Especially for me?
Traveling on a road
For more than an hour
Feels like a breeze after a time.
But somehow the shorter car rides
Seem to take forever,
The basic mile perceptually elongated.
Just my luck.
Everything I have done,
Every activity my parents rode me too
Required my AIS
And patience toward whichever parent
Navigated.
I almost begin to believe
That traffic roads have a treadmill mechanism
To illusion travel and make one believe
That the wheels spin forward,
But I think they lag atop the same gravel
Much too long for my patience and time.
As I crave for a hurry in life
When time slowly fumbles,
I wonder if I would get to where I want to be faster
If I took the wheel.
I cannot say how many times I find myself in a car on a weekly basis. I'm not in a car too often during the day, but often enough to write a poem about taking a seat and riding lol.
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