I'm Driving Poem by Francie Lynch

I'm hardly the one
You left behind,
Twenty odd years ago;
The suit fits much better,
Now I'm in the show.
I'm not using slight-of-hand,
No smoke or mirrors,
Just running sand;
The big tent long left town.

I know the way of directions,
And how my wind will blow;
And even at a four way stop
I know who has the right-of-way,
And when it's my turn to turn;
I'll step on the pedal and spin my wheels
And drive myself insane.