i feel like im driving through this life in the back seat of a taxi, watching the driver take turns and stop at signs.
I feel that the plastic panel between my and the driver is thick as a mans clenched fist and what’s worst of all is that the tranparent panel is scratched and seems like its been well used. the scratches tell me that I’ve been their far to long, in the back seat of life.
only i think the worst is still to come – that only a crash will break the glass and only a head on collision will send me through into the driving seat.
For, now I’m watching life and directing the driver.