This town

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

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