Drive with both feet on the gas pedal
because everything is second guessing, now.
Stay between these yellow lines,
an unspoken rule I thought I knew.
But I am just a puppet.
These far away hands decide
if I am good enough,
plucking at the strings
of my heart like a toy.
I am a decision.
20 minutes of myself
spins in the depths of their eyes
like run-off tires.
Not knowing is shutting my own eyes
and lifting my hands away,
praying the yellow lines are straight and
steady along this road I’ve chosen for myself.
-Rory Finnegan
because everything is second guessing, now.
Stay between these yellow lines,
an unspoken rule I thought I knew.
But I am just a puppet.
These far away hands decide
if I am good enough,
plucking at the strings
of my heart like a toy.
I am a decision.
20 minutes of myself
spins in the depths of their eyes
like run-off tires.
Not knowing is shutting my own eyes
and lifting my hands away,
praying the yellow lines are straight and
steady along this road I’ve chosen for myself.
-Rory Finnegan