Stuck on the Highway
travelling .... no deviation allowed
at a million miles an hour heading for the wall
crash-sites fly by left and right
waiting for a twitch of the wheel .... a sideways glance
focussed on the wall .... still far ahead
and yet near .... like driving real fast in a box
no autopilot allowed .... the pot-holes await
ruts and imperfections in my imperfect road
other peoples broken glass and sharp nails
hitchers gesture .... and gesture again
as ignored they take the slow way
passengers offer help or distraction
blind me with platitudes or grab my wheel in kindness
a deadmans handle is held and concentration too
as the wall approaches and yet stays
the gutters run alternately with laughter and tears
never empty as I fly straight and true
with hope fueling my course
and selfish dreams dictating my suicidal speed
god my saviour a drag-chute to grasp at
and a door in the wall a dream to aim for at night