The Limits that Steer
Moving away was not easy.
It was never my plan.
Running was my interest.
I wanted to test my limits.
A scholarship won, prolonged my university stay.
Time needed to test my limits.
Those were happy days when I steered myself.
The days before I quit my interest.
I missed my parents.
I would call my mom.
“Why are you such a sissy? Grow up, you mommy’s boy.”
The phone bill enlightened.
“I caused the bill, I lied and called my mom.” she admitted.
Gone were the days of steering myself.
Enter the blind days, steered to my limits.