I Got This

the rain on

the highway is

cataclysmic and

the traffic is backed

up for miles

from accidents

ahead and the

distraction of

blinking headlights

and swirling red

and blue sirens

is wearing thin

and i’m not

even halfway there

my inner child sitting

in the car seat

next to me

keeps pretending

he's got control of the car

with his make-believe

steering wheel

and my whiny

nervous teen

in the back

keeps shouting

directions

from some trip

from the past

and the

woman's voice

synthesized by waze

keeps interrupting

with suggestions

that sound like adulting

and all i can say is folks

where all safe listen up

i got this