The keys to my car control everything. They give me the act of responsibility. They let me go anywhere I want. I have the feelings of freedom and enjoyment. I can plug in my IPod and get away into my own world. I can play my music as loud as I want, feeling the bass bump against my seat. I can let the wind breeze into my window, blowing my hair everywhere. I can squeeze all my friends in and drive around with no place to go. I can drive to a drive-thru at twelve at night. When I have my keys in my hand, I can put them into my ignition turn it and then I’m off.
Keys To My Car
January 11, 2011