This passenger-side driving
Alludes that I’m not so in control
The floorboards won’t slow my descent
And the dashboard won’t steer my fold
While my sanity is bleeding
And injustice is on the walk
I try hard not to feel
I try hard not to talk
This passenger-side driving
Has me impatient to make my mark
But it’s all about the journey I hear
Not where you stop or start
So stops and yields and showoff peels
And drive thru meals and an influx of steel
To the tune of white noise and legislative frills
Remind me to be still. Just be still. Be still. Still.