Under the Hood


 

Mixed often.

Stirred not shaken.

Still a card-carrying member of,

‘How did I get here’…nation?

Turning the car around.

Circling the wagons.

Never picked up out of the ‘lost and found.’

 

A mere matured driver…avoiding life on the run.

Eternally…just a babe in the woods.

Clueless…starting each journey…without looking under the hood.

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