The Broken Yellow Line

 

No longer content

to stay on the right side of the road.

 

 The voice of recklessness

overrode the voice of reason.

 

 The broken yellow line in the middle of the road

became my opportunity to pass

and ride in the fast lane.

 

 The feeling of imprudence was exhilarating

as my engine roared to life.

 

 Inevitably, along the road I picked up to passengers.

Doubt and Guilt.

 

Backseat drivers to be sure.

 

 All too soon the road curved,

and the broken line became solid again.

 

 

Forced back into the safe lane,

I continued my journey there in silence.