I'm on a delivery
speeding down this precarious winding road
speeding for efficiency
speeding for style
the sun strobes yellow through the trees
like a sign for yielding
but the cars behind me tailgate
speed is maintained for fear of getting hit.
Time flies as fast as
the lines on the road entrance me
driving through a haze
the sun is obscured by cumulus clouds
then disappears.
There's low visibility at night and my headlights are fading.
Everything is blurry through my win shield.
Weather gets colder in the absence of the sun
ice forms on the road.
A decision is made to maintain speed at the expense of control.
A dusty bible slides back and forth in my glove compartment
dancing with my wayward movements.
My light traces the road
like a spark tracing a fuse
the wick burns quickly for a fiery delivery.
My yellow lights trace yellow lines
so the road stays yellow all the time
but I can see the darkness
over my shoulder as well as the road's
my headlights keep the darkness at bay
but it's tedious driving this way.
Movement never ceases
I shouldn't be texting and driving
but I need someone to know I'm trying.
This road took everything from me
this road became my purpose
something somewhat special
that couldn't be purchased.
I'm on a delivery
destination undefined
it's not about where I'm going but how far
which is why I wish I could buy a new car.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 3:17 PM UTC
I'm on a delivery
speeding down this precarious winding road
speeding for efficiency
speeding for style
the sun strobes yellow through the trees
like a sign for yielding
but the cars behind me tailgate
speed is maintained for fear of getting hit.
Time flies as fast as
the lines on the road entrance me
driving through a haze
the sun is obscured by cumulus clouds
then disappears.
There's low visibility at night and my headlights are fading.
Everything is blurry through my win shield.
Weather gets colder in the absence of the sun
ice forms on the road.
A decision is made to maintain speed at the expense of control.
A dusty bible slides back and forth in my glove compartment
dancing with my wayward movements.
My light traces the road
like a spark tracing a fuse
the wick burns quickly for a fiery delivery.
My yellow lights trace yellow lines
so the road stays yellow all the time
but I can see the darkness
over my shoulder as well as the road's
my headlights keep the darkness at bay
but it's tedious driving this way.
Movement never ceases
I shouldn't be texting and driving
but I need someone to know I'm trying.
This road took everything from me
this road became my purpose
something somewhat special
that couldn't be purchased.
I'm on a delivery
destination undefined
it's not about where I'm going but how far
which is why I wish I could buy a new car.
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