Reality

Reality: Keep Your Eyes On The Road

By Jailen Brown

You cling to it,

Like rubber and tar

In the curves of the back road.

Escape the gridlocked traffic

That surprises every day,

during rush hour, to have an affair

With curves, twists, and steep hills

Those curves you know like the back of your hand

You’ve traced them, eyes closed

Since you were a babe

What wouldn’t you give,

to ride those hills again?

Effortlessly flowing through each turn,

With reckless speed.

You should slow down,

but the thrill,

The thrill is too good.

You are in control

You are safe.

As long as you stay in between those boundary lines

Of loose gravel and swamp oaks.

But-

Curiosity consumes you,

What would happen if you let go?

Let go.

Down the hellish hill, through the Triumphant trees, into Nirvana

You are betrayed, filled with false expectations.

You found no pain.

You found no hiding gods

Just the trees, the air, the clouds, the splendor,

The tree branch severing your pre-frontal cortex.

Keep your eyes on the road because, well you might die.