The Drive of My Life
Driving down this road
for the past fifteen years or so,
my parents were always taking me where I needed to go
guiding me through all
the twists
and turns
and curves
of this road.
Being in their car is all I’ve known,
but now I have a car of my own
full of nerves, full of fear, and full of the unknown.
As I continue my drive down this long and bumpy road,
I have to be my own guide, for I am now grown.
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