I just sold my car
I was so over it-by far!
My mood was always subpar
Spending all that time driving over tar
On Roads that have become an earth scar
I was brainwashed
Made to faire croire…
There are so many other ways to get around…
Buses. Trains. Trams. Metros.
Even the street car.
I find it much healthier for my body..my back and my lumbar
Walking has always been my North Star
I’ll take it any day over a new jaguar!
Without it.. I have more time for my real calling.
My souls devoir
And have more money to generously share in a pourboire
Have time for my thoughts
Take a seminar
Enjoy meandering in the bazaar
Make time for a coffee with Grégoire
I could even take myself to a bar
Stop in the street and listen to classical guitar
Enjoy a nice meal with arctic char
Have more time at my escritoire
Roam the small streets in search for feldspar
Even stumble upon a rare and spectacular nenuphar
Live my life according to my vouloir
And most importantly my valoir
The time and money to viajar
But only when I when I step away from my car!
Ducit Amore 