The road is a passageway of being independent and being me.
The freedom of life is what gets me inside,
The street lights attack my eyes,
The different colored cars make random turns,
But I know that I am becoming me, and becoming free.
I glide through the parking lot,
and get to a stall.
But its not perfect so I must do it once more.
I run into the fence straight ahead,
I was scared but it was nothing yet.
I roll out of a parking garage wrong,
there goes the bumper what else could go wrong.
I play my music loud and hear a big thump,
Oh no, what could that be?
It was a speed bump.
Crackle, crackle, crackle,
What is that sound?
The music is gone,
The speaker must have gone out.
About to leave for school today.
I turn the key and nothing is displayed.
I lift the hood and realize today, that this is what I have become
a bad driver, but who cares at least I won't be on the road today.
I finally became me, and somewhat free.