Don't need a belt to feel safety.
I take control from the back seat
where the air feels more healthy.
When the road worsens,
I like to recline:
happy for a cushion to call mine.
Besides, driving is not
for the wealthy;
I've no grand design.
Suggestion is my greatest feat.
As I was once taught:
there's no sea without brine,
no chemical frailty
we cannot redesign.
Oh, the places
I let you take me!
When the road gets bumpy,
or slick from deceit,
I politely decline,
no need to retreat.
Take the lead!
I’m happy to be the understudy.
Painting: “Backseat Driver” Bob Dornberg
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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