Let go of the wheel

It’s ten lanes wide with hundred foot high guardrails.

You can’t see around the bends or over the next hill.

It’s paved in places and rocky in others.

There are no exits.

It’s full of traffic when all we want is space.

It’s dark and abandoned when we long for the love and comfort of another.

It’s life

Let go of the wheel.

  • Tom

    April 20th, 2008

    this feels like it should be the first part of two. what happens when we let go of the wheel? I could also see this in conjunction with a series of photos that really bring out the imagery of your writing.

    sweet deal dude. keep it coming < big smile>

  • Angel

    April 21st, 2008

    I love it.

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