This ride has been, often, without me
accepting that I’m behind the wheel
in a race with too many rats
fears and frets I couldn’t always see
When I’m afraid it’s all to easy
to assume the auto-pilot is on
leading and guiding
to where I ought to be
After so many laps around the track
the day ages and the fog lifts
it becomes easier to look ahead
this drag is good, don’t look back
At any point there is a way out
doors and windows are cracked
the universe is in the breeze
I choose love, not doubt
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