Passing on the outside.
Speeding up
to make the space ahead.
Not confined
by the lines,
or sequestered
in the end.
Looked around,
slowed down,
thought about it.
No reason to stay here.
“It’s not allowed.”
they said,
but what if I took the chance
and got away with it?
Even by asking
the question,
I’m pulling out of line
a little bit,
just to check the traffic.
I think it’s clear.
Open it up wide,
let it all ride,
there no turning back
this time.
All of those things
that control you,
are all in your mind.
The only power they have
is what you give them.
The limit is a lie;
just painted lines
and fancy signs.
Here I go.
Hope I don’t run out of road.
There’s space ahead
and I know,
I’m gonna make it.
Do I slide back in,
before I find the end?
The only way to know
is to try.
I was never satisfied
staying in line.
HG – 2021
