I Call Shotgun

I think lately I’ve been living my life sitting in the back of a station wagon.

Always looking backwards at what has Past. Seeing all the signs, but just a little too late. Wondering where I’m going, but not able to see my route clearly.

No seatbelt to protect me. Vulnerable and sliding on every tight turn. Getting whiplash from every new change of pace.

Crammed with all all my baggage. Piled up around me, falling over every now and then and crushing me under their weight.

At the next rest stop I need to change.

Stretch my legs. Crack my back.

And finally took my turn to drive