The Drive
Miedo saw the spot on his car
It was small, hard to see from a far
He knew he could hide it from the public for now
Yet sooner or later it would be revealed somehow
He thought of the money he didn't have
Of the people he was scared not to please
Despondent, he got in the car and drove off,
as the spot, a small leaf, peeled off at ease.
Ecstatic, Miedo knew he did not need approval or money to get rid of the spot,
he just needed the drive to fix it.
This poem is about:
Our world