What is it with me and driving?

I hate the bus

I hate to walk

I have a permit

A car to drive

Someone to teach me but I..

I chicken out

I change my mind

I turn too wide,

Can’t back in,

Ignored that sign

Stole his right away

Left it in drive and took out the key.

It’s like no one gets

I come from a few brick building and a long guard ridden walkway

I drove my feet to all destinations

If I walked too slow, I was accused of malingering

and sent back with a bologna sandwich broiled by the sun ,

if I talked too loud I was put against a wall,

There was only foot traffic

State issued skippies and commissary purchased sneakers

Up and down the walkway –

BUT

Never without a pass

There was no GPS

No getting lost

But out here

These roads open up like never ending stories.

There are lanes

And drivers so desperate to get wherever they are going they’d die to get there

And how am I in the face of this

Feel safe driving?

There’s a million more things

Going on out here

This worlds so big

My cage was so tiny

It’s overwhelming

How can I observe it all

My brain can’t fathom