I was once a jockey
I rode the horse, i jumped on the wagon
back and forth, back and forth
down in old Massachusetts town
i used to look at license plates
then i grew up and looked at the driver
am i you? am i growing old behind the wheel?
am i young? with my friends? wishing they'd come back?
who am i?
and i looked at every person
and some would stay still and some would make faces
some had baby on board, some flew cadets
i'm still trying to figure out who i am driving beside me
so i write and hope that the answers will spawn from my fingertips
lightning from my nails, frazzled hair and a toga on
i could be anyone, just a little hard work and elbow grease
they're stealing my work, my money, my things
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