The car had always been a think tank.

The journey unfolded all creased thoughts,
some backward in coming forward.

Life was facing an opposition in reality.

Transported through the window of a moving vehicle,
visually you are a target.

You’re waiting for the explosion to occur right in front of you.

The kind which puts limbs back on rather than off.

Like the running man who lost his feet for the race and found them attached after the event.

" Up front is the key" he said.

" Not lagging behind."

Metaphorically speaking.