There is a spider on your steering wheel
It wants to make your hand its meal
You think.
You see it disappear behind the wheel
Now tingling in your hand is all you feel.
Driving down the road
At 80 miles an hour
Anxiety has you held
Within its will and power.
Look at the road
Look at the spider
To crash and burn
Or take a biter.
To squash it you would never do
You hope it’d be the same for you.
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to kill
Just keep on driving
If it bites, it will
A Life in Poems 