backseat driver

as the oldest

i have sat everywhere in the car

left right and middle

i hate sitting in the middle

my looking glass taken away

disoriented and confused

annoyed and frustrated

about all the missed opportunities

as the car zooms past the hills, the trees

reflections of the inside

trapped in the lens of the outside

nothing like the crest of a hill

looking out at twilight

i’d rather be in the front