-JRS, Sonoma
I belong with my family and friends.
I belong with a wrench in my dirty, oil and grease-covered hands.
I belong with my head under the hood of a car.
I belong to a two-car garage
With the smells of fuel, oil, and burnt rubber.
I am an automotive engineer, and I belong with you.
I work hard for the satisfaction of my clients and myself.
I do good work when I’m with good people.
I don’t belong to any single person.
I belong with the world.
I don’t belong in these walls, in these cells.
I belong to wide open roads
With the wind through my hair and joy in my heart.
Life doesn’t guarantee a free pass,
But it does guarantee death and taxes.
I can’t make many guarantees myself,
But I can guarantee that my old life belongs in this place,
Vehicle, my new life belongs at home with my family,
My car, my friends, and my world.
Thanks for reading Beat, and
Thank you Beat for the place to write.