Driver's Seat
3/7/12
My life was like an
RC car
Which other hands
controlled
To drive some
course, used well or ill,
And race to win them
gold.
But I am not an RC
car
To handle or control
My life: my course;
not race or fight,
None else dictate my
goal.
I may not take the
route you'd take
Nor choose your
sights to see
If, gypsy wander, so
I seem
That, too, is my
right to be.
For driver's seat I
boldly claim -
I've OnStar with the
Lord
And back-seat
drivers mind your place -
I'll drive to my
accord.
Share friendly
smiles and honked 'hellos'
Post warning signs
at need
But please respect
my driver's seat
And I'll respect
your tweed.
