But somehow or another that mistake takes a new form, as a road, seemingly flat, has an unexpected dip, and I swerve.
My speed slows. I may even lose a tire. I think, how could I have missed that?
But, the voice says, turn around. See how far you've come.
The bumps transform your road, they make it your own. The bumps are the character of your life.
The bumps keep you awake.
