Often I take a vacation
Where drive is on the right
I lay an alphabet of roads
paint my own scenery
sky suits a changing muse.
When I explore this place
I create
I express
I spill without anxiety!
But across the channel I reluctantly sail
Where drive is on the left
And it's a struggle
To steer through the neat mesh
surrounded by concrete
Feeling the limits of my route
I comply
I restrain
I spill often, with anxiety
But the temptation is
To get out and walk
On the right
And face the oncoming