Crash

written in 2007

Crash
Staring out the frost covered window
Whiteness.
It's all a blur.
like life.
I'm staring in front of me.
the snow hits the windshield
like the tears hit my cheeks
quickly, yet steadily
at an uniquely familiar pace.
I can't see very far in front of me.
So whats the point of looking?
yet if I don't look,
and something runs out in front of me
and I have to stop too fast....
I'll slip,
slide,
& possibly
quite possibly
crash.
life.