Plastic+Freedom

Plastic Freedom As the car shifts into drive, so does the mind; Hands grip the wheel, eyes grip the road; Mind spinning, tires spinning, nothing could feel so new. Lights surround me, it must be Christmas; But how could it be? No, it is just traffic lights controlling my every all-important application of pressure to a pedal. Strange. Oncoming headlights stare, Judging my every move; Each one more critical than the parent sitting next to me. A thought--one card, plastic freedom, gives so much power. The mind and car wander, And the road moans. I shift my one hundred and thirty pound frame To shift my two thousand pound vehicle back onto the road; The judges frown.