fast cars and freedom

I have honestly believed that God wants me to die in a car accident.
Whether I'm driving or not.
a heavy foot, a slippery road
the semi, the telephone poll
tired eyes and long blinks
the walmart entrance, the white truck
a cross on the side of the road
a friend lost so young
the careless drivers
yellow lights and fancy cars
the booze, a backseat screwdriver
Don't be suprised to see me on the news in my old age, the elderly woman afraid to enter a motor-vehicle.
If I live to be elderly.