Traveling

While traveling in my car,
I didn’t expect to go very far.

The gas pedal seemed to press towards the floor,
As though it had its own mind and wanted more.

The road had an endless row of beautiful lights,
Which made the night fantastically bright.

My vehicle had this humming sound,
That made my ears ultimately pound.

Traveling alone was tiring and endless,
And eventually proved very senseless.

Instead of continuing this unpleasant production, 
I reversed the situation without interruption.   

Stopping this wasteful form of transportation,
Gave me a feeling of total liberation.

Going back proved to be the correct action,
Amazingly giving me the proper reaction. 

Deciding to returned home and end this mess,
Created a moderately high degree of success.

William P. Frasca

Copyright 2003-2011
William P. Frasca