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.