Oncoming trafic

Driving life's road, pulling a heavy load, I watched trucks and cars coming on

My past approaching, upon me encroaching, fear it did spawn

As it passed by, in a blink of an eye it was gone  

Speeding so fast ahead amassed lines of cars a rolled truck of Exon

In a traffic jam of time speeding is a crime, one can not turn around

In life's lane one must remain, all four wheels on the ground  

So in life's traffic I am holographic, I await a prisoner of fait

Resting on the side board of a Ford plate as vulture bait

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

And if we speed through those lights always expect a fine in the mail and we say they must of made a mistake. No they didn’t we were just in a hurry that day

Great write I did like this one a lot

[Soren]

Thank you Julie for the read and kind words in comment they are deeply appreciated

[Thomas W Case]

Gritty and reflective—life rolls heavy with no easy exits.
The imagery hits hard, fate riding shotgun all the way.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas love that image fate riding shotgun