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Driving home I pound my fists on the wheel.

"Another fool to suffer – look at him!"

I’m a good actor, but I can’t conceal

That I often teeter out on a limb –

One hitch in my plans and I lose all sense.

Life as I know it feels precarious.

Even as my fevered frenzy relents

The pressures in my head prove various.

Then I turn up our drive and see your car –

It seems you arrived just ahead of me.

I laugh at myself. "How foolish you are

To carry on to this absurd degree!

How lucky did you ever hope to be?"

Your strong arms – a place in the world for me.