"The wheels spin

But I'm not moving.

I turn around again and again,

But I'm not moving.

I shift gears,

Go into over-drive,

But I'm not moving.

Is that fear?

The smell in my nose

And sting in my eye,

Is that fear?

I'm not moving.

The smell has mixed

A scent of oil and rubber,

Burning;

I'm not moving.

This problem must be fixed!

But at the solution I shudder,

Yearning;

I'm still not moving.

I have tried this long

On my own,

It can't all be wrong.

I know,

It's time to let go,

But I'm still not moving.

God, if you're there

My foot is too heavy

And I'm just not moving;

I continue to stare.

God Please, I'm ready,

I want to start moving.

So I will let go now;

The pedal, the wheel,

The front seat,

It's all Your's now!

I want to start moving!

At Your Throne I kneel,

My heart, my life you keep;

I want to start moving.

My eyes are clearing,

My nose, it doesn't burn.

What's that sound?

Why do I hear this Cheering?

God I want to learn!"

I looked up,

And guess what I found?

I'm not stuck.

So I looked around;

Now I'm moving!

            &nb sp;                         &nb sp;   -Copy Right 2009, Matthew Allen Baatz