My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As it's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But it goes to its own consent.
I am scared if it stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.
Wonderful use of metaphor in this brief poem. Your originality never disappoints. Take care, my brave friend. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nightmare penned to perfection. I call them 'can't cope' dreams. Scary. love, Allie xxxx