some folks must believe they are immortal
which means to live forever and a day
yet their behavior seems so contradictory
they speed down highways like the devil
was after them, tailgating the car in front and
weaving through traffic as if there is no tomorrow
if one is truly immortal, wouldn't that mean
they have all the time in the world - and more
to cruise along, breathe sweet air, enjoy the scenery
I guess they don't expect they will ever crash
endure crushed limbs and broken bones
or pass from this world into the next
if they weren't going so fast, I'd holler out
some of us are mortal and could die
the result of such "video-game" behavior
you know - games where the goal is to
beat the game, plowing through super-fast
to see how many other cars will flame out or
those TV shows full of high speed chases with
roadway violence to keep their audiences and ratings or
promises of impossible feats if you buy the latest models
as for me - I am far more comfortable when
cars stay in their own lanes, no texting please
and thank you, stay off my back bumper
I sometimes play the car-game, noting how often
their behavior gets them there no faster than me
and wonder how they can live so roiled up inside
meanwhile careful to yield to them, their claims
of entitlement their immortality seems to endow
this belief that all roads solely belong to them
I try not thinking bad thoughts such as
go ahead, crash and die some gruesome death
in order to discover they are mortal like me
So I think instead about lovely things, violets
blooming in the spring, the first soft snow
the love I receive and give away
and pray tiny prayers for safety
please God not today, I love life so much
and desire a few more sunshine-filled good days
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