M. J. Parker Aug 5, 2018 in Writing The Road Trip — Your mind is a car. But you're not the only one who can drive. Sometimes it seems, that you're only along for the ride. When you're at the wheel. The passengers: Love, joy and cheer; hold all of the maps Telling you speeds to go. And where. But despite them all there, you're still not in control of the gear. For in the back sits sorrow, loneliness.. and fear. They scream and yell: "You've now passed contempt!! YOU IDIOT!! You know you're only comfortable there" Distress, in an attempt to fix the mess, flicks to reverse and begins to steer. Now moving backwards so fast even love is shedding a tear. But knowing failure is near, in one...