My Car

My car broke down,
And I tried for a long time to intertwine the motor and the key,
But the engine just breaks down all the time.
I thought it could start growling on a dime,
But now I realize intuition was the fuel the whole time.
Gas prices don't rely on the blinded voice that not only growls but cries and sings at the same time.
The pre-installed GPS that never lies,
My car must start now.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I think i see where you're going with this poem. You're using car and engine mechanics as metaphors for intuition and inner guidance. It's a clever way to explore the idea that our inner voice is what truly drives us, rather than external factors like gas prices and GPS systems.

[Lana]

Lazily wrote this but yes haha