A Way of Life

Our Waking Moments

Riding me is your daily task,
I equate our early morning ritual with breathing,
necessary,
like coffee, I get you going,
when you ride groggy it’s the best,
I love to feel you swerving,
When I’m really wet, slippery,
you are out of control,
which is why I attempt to protect you with my erected barriers,
I need you sane, don’t want you to go off the deep edge,
stay on course, use me to get to where your heart desires,
I use you to justify my existence,
you use me for the journey,
you’ve been warned to slow down, but rarely take heed,
why do you ignore the signs I’ve shown you?

If he interrupts our experience again
don’t be angry for getting caught,
its what police are suppose to do
whenever you feel the need to speed…

Who am I?

The FREEWAY taking you to your
destination whenever you decide to
to get in your vehicle, get atop me;?