Heading somewhere,
chauffeur unreliable –
treacherously absent
direction – any road
would be better than
these curb-hopping,
tendencies, head-on
into snowy banks –
Common sense –
usually a stabilizer –
is off duty, lacking
appropriate attire,
his willowy, tree-like
composure relaxed;
nonchalantly shrugs
off the current drama.
It’s not that I don’t
have dreams – have
birthed projects –
lack the stature to
move beyond the
laneway, ambition –
reduced by concern –
imagining catastrophe
death by recklessness,
or worse, attacked by
loyalty – vicious end
to a goal-less journey.
One Woman's Quest 
I agree. You captured feelings I experience often. It always helps to know we are not alone. Thank you for sharing this beautifully written poignant poem. ❤
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you captured here, a feeling many of us have, so very well
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Thank you so much – the hope is always to convey something that others can relate to
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it is my pleasure you are an exquisite writer
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