“Snow White”

 

I see you standing before me,

Scratches and dents taking up space on the surface.

You are the guardian of something I can not see.

An entrance to a whole new circus.

 

The distance you have traveled is great,

We have been companions for many miles of it.

You hold the key to a mantle I must take,

Yet the view causes me to break into a fit.

 

This is a task I must endure,

With you alongside.

This maze of streets my grand tour,

One that could not be kind.

 

As my hands reach for the steering wheel,

I feel like I could defeat a god.

Before I can understand how I feel,

Several statements from another party ruin the facade.

 

Yet this confidence turns to fear,

I have yet to leave a standstill.

In order to go into high gear,

I must hone my skills.

 

This fury of information that lacks a response,

And suddenly an enemy from behind.

I look to you for a new renaissance.

And to ease my mind.

 

At my tender age,

How can I be tasked with such a job?

Operating a vehicle outside of a concrete cage,

Without the guidance of my mom.

 

For what is it worth I worked for you,

Studied every page and line of ink.

Was I ready for what entered my view?

One piece of paper that could make my hopes sink.

 

Graphite in hand,

Eye glued to a page.

I listen for one simple command,

“You may gain the gift of your age.”

 

For success will allow me to,

If a picture is attached,

Proceed to the supermarket with you.

Without a single critique or catch.