Passing the Test

Together with my driving tests
It is something I always seem to fail
And it is just like a driving test
You just don’t come back to the Centre.

But I enjoy life, I aspire to see tomorrow
Life is so beautiful that you wish to preserve it
Forever. It is a test that only few can pass.
Each attempt gets you closer to the destination.

Such a fantasy, such a temptation!
The evanescence of an ambivalent reality
Betrays the examiner, falsifies the test route
My hands are tied to the steering wheel.

The sentient battle begins within me
Everybody is given a provisional licence
Like an instructor, they don’t care why you drive
They simply give you directions and a car.

But there is no turning back, once you
Pass the test. Your full licence is fatal.
Do I need one, or do I simply want one?
Who knows? Perhaps one day I will pass.

How futile, how unimaginative!
As long as I still have the innate ability to drive
There is always optimism. Selfishly,
My right foot slowly moves to the accelerator.

~ by misspeaceful on 25 March, 2009.