Open wider... a poem by Veronica Farmer

I used to dream
of being in a speeding car
with no brakes
I would awake heart pumping
not knowing what it meant
To be this out of control

The fear of going too fast
of not being able to stop
of being caught speeding
so deeply uncomfortable

So, I tried something else

I sped up
Smiled and put my foot down
and found that I could hug the corners
and move around cars easily
with a smile on my face

It felt more powerful 
to drive this way in my dream

Life is like that
We hold our heart too tight
Afraid of going too far, too fast
In case we do the "wrong" thing...

Forget wrong
Forget right
Just do the thing you are made to
Go at the speed of You
Fly if it pleases you
Zoom around corners
Pop the top 
and let your hair fly in the wind

Let your heart free
Free from control
rules and regulations
Let it play 
Let it dance
At the speed of the wind


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