A lesson Learned

Eh…. Qu’est ca tu veux fait, C’est la vie.

Deceived by the kind, misled by the fragile, opened up by the naïve, playing the role of the back seat driver.

I watch this vessel go by occupied by a front seat passenger. I watch the driver turn in circles driving fast down a dead end relationship, through the tunnel of lust and lies by the cost feeling the pleasures of a good wave ride, over the bridge of unfaithfulness, up and down the speed bumps of caution yet passing over them like freshly laid asphalt. I watch and decide to intervene and secretly slide in the back seat of her situation while the passenger is distracted by the finer vessels to the left and right. I guide her down the routs less traveled and down streets that let her know she is going in a better direction. While the passenger is in and out of other vessels I humbly sit in the back seat stroking her every yearning desire to be sat in like a Roles Royce driven like a Bentley, admired like a Ferrari. As I reach forward and begin to shift her gears her engine roars, and her oils start dripping as she begins to heat up. Never has she been driven so well without the passenger under here hood and in and out in and out in and out her…..tank. So as her passenger seat is being ill treated and neglected, I try to take my place next to her with both our hands on the gear sift……..sccccccrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk. Im flung into the windshield by a sudden stop of misconception. The misconception that I ask for more than what is owed. I was the mechanic who worked for free, simply to fix the broken down misused velo. Her loyalty and ignorant judgment in selecting a poorly qualified passenger who’s worth can only be measured by how well he can pump her gas and fill her trunk from time to time was of greater value. As silent as my entry so I depart. Driving down the road to righteousness by Gods direction, absent of visible passengers. Driving as a light not a hazard, singing my hearts song to my unknown bride with my windows down just in case she can hear me.

If the one for me is in ear shot of these words I say “Oh gosh nah baby beep ya horn, come outta meh blind spot so I can see ya, and come be ya driva”

Can you hear me ???? Because I can feel you, I know u are there and we are already one. Till then I continue driving and singing cruzing and learning.

Eh…. Qu’est ca tu veux fait, C’est la vie.

I’m great full for the lessons on the road to destiny despite the detours road blocks and pot holes.

C’est la vie