it feels good to do something you're good at.
it feels good to make good become better.
it feels incredible to grip the reigns and feel your own pulse
like a pen that signs the official letter.
it feels different to be in control
it feels familiar when correlations are made
like living in a town where you do not drive
but to still using your foot to brake
or to accelerate.
and the cars become motion
on your timeline.
brushing past like moments
with colors that shine,
too fast to be heavy
too constructed to be weak.
are they worth telling a story
are they worth stopping in the street?
are they the kind to spin crazy eights
because a good song played
or are they the type to stop
just to make you re-evaluate
your time, your knowledge,
do they cloud your sense of self?
do they set an example
to ride with class and stealth?
or do they become the passerbys,
the lessons left unlearned
only to find yourself standing alone
feeling like nothing has been earned?
counting cars. bicycles and trains.
transport by connection.
minus those insignificant
due to natural selection.
it feels good to finally understand
the art of navigation
to find the pace and set the speed
without giving an explanation.
listening to your own drills and hums
and knowing just how much to give
before you slow down
to make it home in time for dinner
and to have a moment's rest...
i'm standing in the driver's seat
because i passed the test
to understand why your 30's are the best.
gotta go back to work now
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