My Drive

I drove through the past
To imagine my future
Memories only significant to me
Demonstrate human decisions
Only spin the wheel
To roads paved
At the crossroads
Of fate and faith

The great internal debates
Could have turned here
Could have turned there
Matter little
When you have been blessed
On roads of gravel, sand or tar

My chronic paranoia
About the motives
Of the headlights
That dilate my eyes
Teach me
There are moments
It is ok to drive blind

I want to clear the clogs
In the carburetor of my insight
Breathing crisp air
On future roads
Where even darkness is light