Rearview Mirror

Life is a long open road with few pit-stops or fuelling stations many therefore check the rearview mirror as it's a road over ravines and mountains with many twists and cliff-top turns. At times we'll sleep at the wheel break self-isolation laws and speed limits or park in some sleazy 'pull-out.' Deflated, we check the rearview mirror and wonder where it all went. Where it all went wrong our destination could be Route 66 begging not to be a fly on the windscreen but migrate to meet the California sunshine. Melt-like grease tyres even in the snow. Tank-empty, rearview mirror steamed. Baby, I'm yours 'I could be your Santa Claus.' Your hibernation get-out clause 'I drive a Ford Mustang' like I'm a wild horse.