Whilst Driving Home

If I only had the nerve
To turn the wheel
And kiss the glass
Watch the wheels struggle
And muscle over the divider
See that woman paralyzed
That child confused
An awkward metal fish
Swimming against the current
And then to hear the scraping
Brutal screams of rubber expanding, exploding
Rip tear belt tight
Metal and glass against the light
Hands bench press the roof
As the world turns over
But it turns only for me
And I love the way things look
Hanging from the ceiling
People running
Chaos and blame
Smoke and flame
Red and blue fireworks
I think I hurt some people
I might have broken some things
All this fuss and mayhem
All this disorder
Just to leave a dent
Create and perfect a scar
So that after things are done
Some might say, "Oh, I remember that one."