Going For A Ride

Going For A Ride
by Keaton Foster



Going for a ride
To the left
To the right
Back and forth
Which side is correct
Which side is not
Straight I can’t go
Backwards I don’t know
People zip on by
I scream for help
But not one stops
They themselves
Are heading their own way
A path in opposition to mine
There are bumps
Holes in the road
The size of craters
When I hit them
It shakes me to the bone
Obstacles pop up
Immovable objects
Determined to be crushed
I just run them down
Without regard
To the damaged caused
To them or I
My vehicle is dinged
Dented and smashed
Parts are quite broken
Some dangling
Some altogether missing
Many are duct taped back on
My windscreen in shattered
No hazard lights work
No indicators indicate
Any method of signaling
Has become quite useless
The tread on my tires is gone
The pressure of each is different
Such wheels have never been
Meant to travel so far
If I was parked level
I know without any doubt
I would be tilted
To more than one side
The underpowered engine
That drives me where I go
Is certainly about to explode
Like a dozen grenades
Stuffed in a non-descript tin can
I am a metaphorical man
But I can assure you
That what I’m driving
Is increasingly more real
Going for a ride
Maybe I’ll continue on
In more directions than one
Maybe I’ll jump the curb
On smash into a tree
Sink someplace quite deep
I won’t ever know
Until it is happening
Maybe all at once this trip
Will come to an abrupt end
Will it be a destination
Or a final resting location
I won’t ever be sure
Until I get to such a place
Wherever the hell that is
I’ll just keep going
Until traversing this life
Becomes more than
Damn near impossible…


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