The Driver

December 31, 2016

As I grow older, the year yet changes
I feel my surroundings peaceful and calm
broke away chains I felt I could never
Obligation, dependency beckoning me on

Forces other than mine,
wills other than good,
overshadowed the quest
I would try to complete

Sometimes other people make decisions for you,
cycles attempted at breaking end up on repeat
I am not the driver in anyone’s seat.

Emily ©

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