Please if you will, sit behind the steering wheel of my mind. Tell me what you see outside. Only catastrophes that is me. That’s all I see. The road is filled with the potholes of my life. Each one reminds me of everything I have ever said. Playing over and over again. Over and over again, over and over again. Til you want unbuckle and jump out at high speeds, but all you can picture is your mother crying over your casket. Some days you can’t make it. Can’t make the drive where no place is home. But you’ve finally found a passenger. A person that says it’s okay, says you’re fine. Someone you believe. So get out of driver’s seat, this is my car, my battle to drive anywhere but the roads I know. And I have a beautiful passenger.