See I'm in this car, lets just call it america. It was a Cute Car, few dings, some mud here and there. I dont really drive so I have somebody else drive and every so often a new driver gets to take over. .
Guess thats why I'm here today. My new driver...he scares me. Not in that hee hee I'm scared kinda way but in that oh my god I've done wet myself and cant breath kinda way. It kinda crept up on me. When he started he said such nice things and well I was ready to give him a chance. Such a change from when he first stepped into my car. It unbelievable, my car looks nothing at all like what it did before he stepped in. Oh the damage he has done to it and to others with it. He's delibertly running people of the road, he's hit a few pedestrians and I think the dog is still in the grill. I've tried to talk to him about his driving but he doesnt really say much accept that God is his co-pilot and he does what God wants him to.
The problem is I think God has told him to drive my car off that cliff were headed for. Were at full speed and this jaw twitchin maniac is actually increasing his speed as we run down the warning signs. I've been scared and felt powerless for so long that even thinking about what I need, what I MUST do is hard to articulate. I know if I dont do anything at all my car and I are going over the cliff in a big cloud of dust and screeching metal that ends in a giant heap of flaming wreckage. I have to do this. I have to gather up my courage and do what I have been told to never to do. Grab the wheel and yank it hard. I know it'll cause a crash but it will be enough to stop the car. Thats what needs to happen I have to stop this car immediately and get rid of this madman or he will destory my car and kill me.
All I have to do is grab the wheel and yank.
It sounds so easy.
I hope I have the courage before we hit the cliff