Here I am
just a little red Chevy
trying to navigate
but it’s not easy.
This path felt so right
but now I’m wondering if it’s wrong.
I just don’t think
that I’m where I belong.
Every drive thru is way too high.
The ATM machines towers off the ground.
I can’t reach anything.
I’m just a small car in a big truck town.
Here I am
just a big old diesel truck
trying to fit in
without any luck.
The path felt so right
but now I’m wondering if it’s wrong.
I just don’t think
that I really belong.
No one can afford to fill me up.
I’m too big to drive around.
I don’t fit in to a parking stall.
I’m just a big truck in a small car town.
The funny thing about this
truck and car
they say they don’t fit in
where they are.
But here’s the twist:
They don’t belong and are down
which is really quite odd because
they live in the very same town.
© 2013 ck’s days
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What I listened to:
In a Little While by Uncle Kracker
ck's days 
Fantastic poem!! A real “makes-you-thinker”
Do you feel like a big truck in a small car town? 😐
Actually, I think I’m more of a minivan in a sports car town 😉
Thanks! I had a different ending written and was even posting it when I decided to change it a bit. 🙂