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I drive along

the road of life

with windswept hair

and a smile.


But when I enter

that banked curve,

there's no telling

how I'll take it.


I flip on a dime,

dragging everyone

through the asphalt.


I lose my ability

at steering away

from confrontation.


I aim right towards

that barrier, 

knowing that a crash

will impact others.


I wish I could 

handle this race

without destroying

everyone else.

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I remember those days, now I just sit back and let people implode without my assistance. I have become a voyeur. I like the feel of this poem - sassy! - slc