some people driving on motorways
do unexpected U-turns
and somehow
on that very split second
(before you curse and call them names!)
you envy them.
you envy them for the pure and utter honesty
spreading inside their brain
like swastika in Europe 1939
and although
all written-by-man laws
would condemn them
(and condemned they will be!)
there’s that one
the one no one’s talking about
the one you would follow
on your motorway
on a sunny winter day
like this
for example...
