Ethereal Electric Bronco

all i want is a life where i am driving

where i can pick people up

and drop them off

choose who rides,

where to buy gas,

where we shall stop and

where to continue.

choices all, privileges mine.

a vehicle of and for my dreams

a second childhood where i foot the bill

could be quite fun

i’ll take some fun

and i will do my best to redistribute it.

a forever journey, as it already is,

how to tell our own texture

what we need to level out

at ease like i was as a child

how often do we hear the burden of others

around money or children

or some combination of the two?

and with so much more at my disposal

still mostly learning, but monied too

fun can be afforded

make the money work for you

the money got you driving

you’ve gotten rid of all the money

and what falls away is fear

when you get behind the wheel

cause can do it better,

than the elders

cause i learned from them

cause i have more control

seemingly

because knowledge of how

to collect

as we did as kids

rocks and sticks

now decision rich.

i will vent my fear, the steam,

with my exhaust pipe

without exhausting anything but

electricity

conduit

can do it

for others, if not for me

i won’t even stumble around if i live in my car

i will become a wheel

Age takes us somewhere new

so do i need a new car?

thinking about what we have witnessed

instead of just peeling away

ribbon of road flapping in the breeze

is it the present aspect, the power

the joy, the surprise

of sleeping in the sun

that bring you calm and delight

or something i am not alone

yet able to describe