The dark twisting road travels swiftly under you
Passing underneath the beaten tires of your car.
What motivates this machine to move?
What does it get for driving on this road?

Does it feel the satisfaction of the rough pavement?
Or does it feel anxiety for it does not know where it is going?
Has the car ever concider its existence?

On this road the car experiences bumps and hills
It passes by trees and mountains
It goes through puddles and leaves
The car witnesses all these on the road it drives.

This all changes at the tunnel
The darkness swallows the machine
The sounds of nature become the sounds of silence
A peering dot of light acts as the only solace

The car is now blind
What does the car do now?
For its simply a machine?
It can't think or react

That's when the driver takes over
This is when its a choice to drive or be driven
To take the wheel at times of uncertainty or abort and pray for light?
Don't look at the car answers for its simply a machine

If It starts to drag one way you jerk it the opposite
It wants to stop you push it more
Be the driver of your car no matter what road your own
Be the driver for without you the car is nothing

The darkness begins to fade as the light starts to shine.
Your hands grip the wheel as a sense of accomplishment travels over you
You drove the car through in times of uncertainty
You took control when everything seemed unclear

You are the driver.