The sound of gravel hitting tyres,
engine cuts; fight the fires,
slow the dancing of my heart,
now it's just me and the dark.
And my hands are controlling me,
they're so twitchy,
my whole body
is so jumpy,
and it could be
the world, and not me,
but it's like I've just been
bathing in caffeine,
and the last 5 minutes were all nothing but a dream.
But of course you couldn't know
the lengths I'd had to go
to get to that green light
or the right lane of the road.
You see the pace but not the snail
that's been fighting tooth and nail,
so when those brake lights hit your eyes
your inner beast starts to rise...
Impulse taking over,
as your hand is getting closer
to the centre of your steering wheel -
the sound will say 'I told ya!'
But that beep to me
means so much more than you can see;
adrenaline pumping through my blood supply -
and I'm not gonna lie -
but the all-over-body shaking makes it really hard to drive.
Your daily commute
comes second nature to you,
whereas I battle every instinct by driving home this route.
365 days before
I could do little more
than a quick round trip to Tesco
(just 5 minutes from my door)
but now I'm driving every day,
forgetting what rules suit
that OCD
side of me
and anxiety to boot.
Well, my reply to your beep
is, 'I'm sorry, but go me!'
I've made so much more progress
than I'd dared even to achieve.
So before you reach your horn
I hope you might think on
the journey of the driver, and where they're coming from.
I've come such a long way,
that there's no chance, no way
that one single beep from you
can destroy my good mood today.
