Here is to Hoping

I am ready,

my temples are sweaty,

but my eyes forward,

gripping the wheel,

my nerves becoming hard to conceal.

My feelings are still four cars back,

and I switch lanes often to throw them off track.

They stay on me, rapidly gaining ground.

but sooner or later, I’ll be found.

But it does not matter that I am aware of the outcome already,

I will never escape and dance in confetti,

so instead, I let my mind wonder to how I got here.

My emotions flutter, making it hard to steer.

It is not easy to fight such resistance.

Then I look back, finally confident I created some distance.

But with my eyes off the road for two or three seconds,

is all it took, for me to be reckoned.

My car went flying nose first into a wall.

And those feelings behind me had no brakes to stall,

crashed into my back, thus making themselves involved.

What happened after that, I cannot recall.

I guess I realized too late, I’ve been careless with my tongue, so that is why I spend my life on the run.

Given a redo, I would not have said a word.

Because even silence is more than you deserve.

And I am happy to crash fifty times

before asking for your help,

and when those wrecks happen,

I’ll deal with them myself.

I will keep going whenever I fall.

But here’s to hoping,

you are never,

and I mean never,

my emergency call.