My mind is moving slow—
but life is too fast.
One hand on the wheel,
a lead foot on the gas.
No destination in sight,
in my rear view is the past.
I’m in a race against time,
and so far i’m coming in last.
Life’s moments are so precious,
do I dare use cruise control?
Even when things get hectic?
Even when things are out of my control,
do I still want to relish?
In these moments..?
Some that I struggle to forget,
some that I don’t want to remember.
Some that are so beautiful,
cherished memories that fill me with warmth;
that are so caring, so tender.
No one else has the gall,
to challenge the idea
but I will be the contender.
Even if I’m the only,
and even if the chances are slender.
Let’s face it, I’ll probably never win.
Not even by a hair..
when I cross that finish line
it’s only cos I’m fueled by
both determination and despair….
– Poetic Gawdess
Powerfully penned, PG. Excellent write with many layers my friend. Those always so much depth in your work. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
“fueled by both determination and despair….”. Now that is a powerful and profound ending to your poem. The concept of “cruise control” would be an emotionless song; just an endless rambling of words with no destination. Life flourishes where it resides upon the emotional waves of a melody singing our personal songs of heart break and euphoria as life comes to us. Just imagine what could be missed on “cruise control”? Ferris Bueller once famously said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”