I don’t drink and drive,
I drink while I drive,
this might be suicide,
however these thoughts just pass by,
I wonder why.
So I look to the right of me
and I see my brain driving along side of me.
I panic because it’s not inside of me.
I ask god to guide me, I need him beside me,
to put my brain back inside of me.
Then it hits me. I have been drinking.
This is what causes my irrational thinking.
I reduce my speed. Turn the music down.
And I try to see what’s around me.
That’s when I realize I haven’t even been driving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Far safer for all concerned to leave the car and home when floating in a sea of alcohol....the minds plays not so funny tricks....Nice lesson, smiling at you wit! Tai