Turbulence

Where do the wheels turn?—

Off the interstate,

And onto the dirt path?

Attack the accelerator

Blast the air conditioning

Though the tiny “E” lights up

On the gas gauge

The tires have low pressure,

And the brakes are shot.

A recipe for disaster.

To tell you the truth,

I’ve never taken

“The road less traveled”

So I wouldn’t know what happens

When you crash and burn.

But I know now

There’s no cell phone reception

And I think I punctured my lungs

When I slammed into the steering wheel.

What happens when the car you’re driving doesn’t exist,

And when your accident isn’t witnessed?

The wheels turn south,

This is where I go.

While creating tread marks in the earth

Stuck in the mud all alone.