Can you visualize where this poem came to be?

You don't say who's driving... is that on purpose? You say a slight turn of the wheel could end your future(s), but that still doesn't tell us you're in control. Why am I asking? I don't know---it just seems to matter somehow, when I try to crawl into the mind of the one writing the poem up there. Is she huddled in the corner of the passenger seat, fresh bruises on her face, a book of poems clutched in her hands? Or is she fleeing for her life...gripping the wheel with slippery palms...or maybe she's simply driving home from work. Your poem gives us clues to her life but cleverly hides more recent, potentially significant details. Anyhoo---your poem forced me to stop and re-read it a few times, and ponder it, and I guess you have yourself a real poem here. It's not perfect, but what is nowadays? It's pretty good. Especially the last two lines---a first rate ending. Good to see you LC... and Happy New Year.

It has been a while since I received anything from you. The poem was worth waiting for, I can not tell you where it happen but with me behind the wheel any road. As for the time it is now, the older I get more people seem to want to change me or mold me into what they see. Great to see you and a happy new year.

Very nice, which my autocorrect want to rewrite as Wet nigh. Works either way

Poem by Autocorrect

Bigger gravity plugs

Light vesicles strike

Hygienic lodge equals

Khufu's shill welcomes

Therapie Gnome drei Jahren

This is what you get

when you let

Spell check 👋 the frets

where it came to be, in the mind, as for why it came to be is another matter

a journey whether real or imagined is never the less still a journey

this particular one is a journey all can relate to

a moment in time perhaps

or a story that unfolds from the poet

either way written in a manor pleasing to the eye

of the reader..to them they will seek their own understanding

Yes I can , In slow motion I can see the headlights the steering wheel moving the windscreen the dash flouting past in ( Slow Motion ) But I can not feel anything ... '' This poem is a journey a geographical journey for me .

Really Good 'Really, good ... ''You've been there haven't you ?

Being on a spiritual level with all the frustrations of life makes the mind veer towards headlights. Just remember to keep the wheels straight. Hugs.

There are beautiful periods of time, or time capsules, that are

a small window of time where nothing else matters. You captured

that moment in cogent fashion LC. Good effort. Thomas

1998 around Las Vegas.

Glad to sea U loveliest of ladies.

while watching the movie "need for speed" :)