: Keep Your Eyes On The Road By Jailen Brown You cling to it, Like rubber and tar In the curves of the back road. Escape the gridlocked traffic That surprises every day, during rush hour, to have an affair With curves, twists, and steep hills Those curves you know like the back of your hand You’ve traced them, eyes closed Since you were a babe What wouldn’t you give, to ride those hills again? Effortlessly flowing through each turn, With reckless speed. You should slow down, but the thrill, The thrill is too good. You are in control You are safe. As long as you stay in between those boundary lines Of loose gravel and swamp oaks. But- Curiosity consumes you, What would happen if you let go? Let go. Down the hellish hill, through the Triumphant trees, into Nirvana You are betrayed, filled with false expectations. You found no pain. You found no hiding gods Just the trees, the air, the clouds, the splendor, The tree branch severing your pre-frontal cortex. Keep your eyes on the road because, well you might die.