My Dream Car without a Number Plate

My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As she's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But she goes to her own consent.
I am scared if she stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.


nimal dunuhinga

narain, jay p.
nice write.

heather wilkins
nice writing Nimal.

Ency Bearis
Nice metaphor, well versed.

Jenny Gordon
What a dream car! Sans a liscense plate, with a mind of its own...intriguing. La, this metaphor beautifully describes...what exactly?. Short and sweet, and fascinating. Superb imagery and fun to consider, even while it eludes me.