Wrong Side

Let me try to explain
what my life dictates:
I'm driving
on the wrong side,
where I have to think,

again, no usual moves,
re-school my reactions,
to get by,
to cruise,
on new-normal functions;

my engine,
a metaphor,
without lubrication,
add lack of sat-nav,
and . . .

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