Death, take the wheel

Move over me. I’ve been driving me all wrong. Let someone more experienced in accidents take the wheel. No more pressing cruise control to the coffin. If only I could unseat myself from my potential lives. Let someone else do some of the hard driving.

I scan the horizon for signs of worry or anxiety. I let go of my gaze to let them graze on a herd of sorry worries. These grazers always find something to chew even if it is a stray thought. They grow larger than life, threatening this vehicle off-road one last time.