An end of a laid path

By Atok Dan

A headlight has gone dim,

And an animated driver ran obsessed,

Not sure of what strange terrains demanded,

A myopic driver waffling to invent the wheel

Without a compass to usher a direction

He is a joyous seat warmer by luck

Ready to witness a repressive end

If this laid path ends,

He would head for a crash landing

Desperate for what to do

Though the brain has gone flat,

Flawed by a flatted chemical,

A chemical of alcohol

An end of a laid path represses,

Could a driver possible been drunk on power

Could he possibly have been an opportunist of time

He lets off his gear in the middle of the road,

A long trail of failures,

An end to a laid path tells the naivety of a holder

He held loose on a clutch,

But enjoys the privileged of nature

Yet his eyes could possible tell his obscurity

Frustrated passengers continue jibing about

Yet destined to crash,

An end to a laid path,

Obscured vision