Ash-crossed hand on the wheel, steering.
Brake lights on in front of me, and I'm jeering.
Teeth out, roaring, fists gripped tight,
"Are you actually gonna drive tonight?!"
Why so cross, un-christ-like rage?
What have I got to resent at my age?
And what am I driving away from so fast?
Coult it be hate for the man that I am in my past?
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