- i do most as i drive in traffic.
and it has gotten bad here, an
hour can go by and not even
a mile passes: i often want to
stop the car and walk - just
leave it: it's not that great a
car but we all know we can't
do that, we shouldn't and we
all know i really don't have
the strength. it is simple math
and it simply cannot be done
a job can't be left for a woman
children can't be left for a man
so simple the solution: so as
i drive i muse about my mind
& delve into my past, the tears
the laughs, the very reason we
can't beloved
won't, couldn't, shouldn't & never
will - even as the mile goes past
