For as long as I can remember

I hated the way you drive

Aggressive

No respect for others

You hogged the road

And when others needed space

You showed no compassion

In all that time

I somehow got nowhere

You knew what was best

So did I

When the fork in the road came

I finally had my own vehicle

And a destination

Wherever you’re going

I don’t care

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.