Laws

I’m on a highway that stretches on.

My memories are the lights that guide me home.

All my fears are the speed signs that restrict me from moving forward.

The traffic is the people who told me I’m not strong enough.

Those stoplights are the obstacles that held me back.

Yet, my passengers are the people I love,

My luggage is my hopes and dreams.

And that’s what makes me defy the rules.

I speed up, weaving in and out between the cars.

I run that red.

It’s my courage that angers them.

They chase me with their lights flashing.

Sirens blaring.

I don’t pull over.

I won’t give up.

Instead, I floor the gas, and drive into my oblivion.