Middle Lane Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am not one to remain,
In the middle lane.
I am too driven to pass those,
Too slow and undecisive.

My eyes are fixed,
On which exits to take.
To know when to pull over,
And enjoy what's right...
To appease my appetite.

I already know what it is like,
To be young and undecisive.
Cruising through life as if a passenger.
Observing and not serving a purpose.

I already know what it is like,
To fear making a commitment.
With it done to refuse or accept,
A direction God has picked...
That best suits my interests.

And being young and dumb,
I didn't realize that then.
Until I began to awaken to see,
I had a mission 'and' a destiny.
With a doing to get away from following,
Those in the middle lane...
As if sitting on a fence,
To do it not knowing where they should be.
Well...
I do.

I am not one to remain,
In the middle lane.
I am too driven to pass those,
Too slow and undecisive.

My eyes are fixed,
On which exits to take.
To know when to pull over,
And enjoy what's right...
To appease my appetite.

But like all temporary cravings that pass,
I'm quick to know them not to last.
With a getting my tasks back on the path,
To serve that purpose picked...
In my heart to know it and done to do,
Moving away and around others...
Too slow and unaware,
That a remaining in a middle lane...
'Ultimately' will reveal to them 'their' purpose.
In times moving much too fast to ask,
For directions.