Sunday Slow

Sometimes I'm the Sunday driver going slow,
The one holding up the show;
A line builds behind,
And I don't even know.
I'm in the zone:
Nowhere to be, nowhere to go.
Sometimes, I'm the one that's caught in line,
Caught up behind;
Mostly, caught in my mind.
I get mad. I get angry.
Who they driving?!...Mrs. Daisy?!
But there's no reason to get mad,
You know why?
It's like my friend Ron told me;
"If ya ain't got time to stop,
Wave as you go by."

-By Kurtis Lunz