is like a carpool
and its ever changing lanes.
So many choices, no one goes it the same.
Some without a liscence, others uninsured.
Frustration vents and someone flips you the bird.
There is no right way to go.
It's about that last left you made,
to keep with the flow.
Some just cruisin, totally unconscious of time.
Others losing it cause they spilled coffee on their tie.
The radio is on.
What freeway am I on?
Is this where I get off?
As another opportunity is lost.
This happens every day.
A rat race through the smog in L.A.
Masterbation is senseless without ejaculation.
Like directions needing corections to your destination.
Everyone at times breaks down.
You feel the pressure, every eye in the crowd.
Horns honking, it gets frantic.
but you learn how to handle it.
Cursing and swerving, you're always learning.
To controll the rage inside thats burning.
Keep it steady and always be ready.
The man next to you, wants to get through.
Do you punch it down, and make him go around?
Or are you courteous, and let him go first?.
There are many cliché's within the words of each phrase.
But more attention is needed to be paid these days.
These areour lives and the times we drive;
It's all about the desire to arriving alive.
I am still learning what it's all about..
But get on, get off, get in, and get out.
Just about spells it out.
Some are very tired.
Some just shouldn't be drivers.
There is no one way thats right.
But there's nothing like a guardrail
to wake you up in the middle of the night.
Driving and life are quite the same.
Go with the flow, but be ready to change.
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