Signs Of The Road Poem by April Swan

The signs of a road
Guide the wheels on where
To go,
But often so
In haste
those weels fail to listen
To their cautious embrace
Because that grasp is futile
To those who enjoy the speed
blast emotions through their speekers
rolling up the window
To those they feel
They feel they do not need
But so will they miss,
The neon embrace
When fun and games crashes
Their path, finally to realize all of their mistakes
As reality wakes up all too late