Drive

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear and I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear

take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before and seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal but lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel. It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around but lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. Will I choose water over wine? And hold my own and drive? Hold the wheel and drive.

Whatever tomorrow brings. I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yea.

one of life's simple joys is sitting in the car listening to music and realizing how short and beautiful life is