Car Ride

I can be called the runt of the family

As I’m the youngest and tiniest one

I never sat in the front seat of the car

So far that seat had become

And so tall, like the great Mount Olympus

Until one night I was let to sit on the throne

The streets came to life like rivers of music and sound

My closest friends in the back seats,

The world heavy with laughter and wind

Awe behind the smile showed how freedom rang

And when I got off

I knew how a moment could change a lifetime.