Sitting there every week or so,
learning rules that you don't know.
Laws, regulations and signs,
you can hear all the desperate sighs.
How am I supposed to remember this,
all the unimportant things you cannot miss
taking the written test
trying to do your best.
Not knowing the worst is yet to come,
putting knowledge to practice feeling dumb.
Open the door, adjust your seat, fasten your seatbelt,
I can still clearly recall how I felt.
Why is it so hard to start an engine,
why is the instructor not helping?
Seeing myself as clumsy as hell,
because of not doing it that well.
Being on the verge of tears,
every time I touch the steering wheel.
Clutch, gear lever, brake and gas pedal,
anyone good at this deserves a medal.
My legs are not used to working independently,
nor my arms holding the steering wheel relaxedly.
The rising stress level paralyses me,
how much worse can it actually be?
But after some time it becomes enjoyable,
I finally start considering it likeable.
Go straight and take the second right,
I can feel disappearing the initial fright.
Out of the blue come the orange evils,
the terrible small plastic traffic cones,
that should guide you to the garage,
but in reality leading to a great sabotage.
At least my instructor remains helpful,
always being nice and careful.
I couldn't have gotten a better one,
because he's calmer than anyone.
Cannot wait for the day,
when I'll be saying yay,
holding my driving licence,
feeling satisfied ever since.
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Songs of my heart
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