.is There?

I, the only to gaze down the rear-view,

Amidst Thirteen, or Twelve who do not.

No glare off the bonnet they see,

Instead a large obstacle.

Dull? I pondered on the diesel fumes

Interrupting

And, we turned a corner, I braked. He gave

way, and off were we.

Unlike me, free.

Free from fees, fences, fickle souls.

Here I live, and as each road-line rolls,

My sight grows longer.

-Signed-