I am on the fast lane
I don’t like racing, so this is insane
But I can’t stop, my thoughts just won’t let me

I can see oncoming traffic
But my anxiety accelerates the panic
And I worry the end might be tragic
But I can’t help myself, and that’s more tragic

My confidence should slam the breaks
But my self esteem keeps shifting the gear
Fear of the unknown, the windscreen is unclear
Some reassurances from my loved ones, my passengers have my back

When the wipers don’t seem to wipe away the fear
Sensitive air fogs up the car
I need to see it on time how far away
Recurrent thoughts won’t let me exit the motorway

Demisters are working, but things are still blurred
The thrill of life on the fast lane is way overrated
It’s taxing on the engine system overworking the mind

Taking a time out shuts off the engine
Cleaning the car often clears my mind
A good lip service with with family and friends
Ensures safety of my car, ready for another wild ride

©️ C Akui 2020

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