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
Categories: Prose
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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