Indicator.

Turning left, turning right somewhere someone put on the hazzard lights.
Where are you located or going, the indicator on the dash says tanks empty, oils low breaking indication that your engine has been around the clock.
Miles paid wound back.
They follow up the indicators that show up on the tests.
You follow your own instincts care what others are indicating.
But have to drive your own vehicle.
And do what others do to some extent, accordingly to your willingness and strength.
What shock wave will this individual indicate, can one really reshape the outrageous.
Clans are indignant, clans are forsaken, what happened in the first place under dictatorship.
How does one duck and weave, travel keep up with the flow and speed.
Tell, indicate to others where you are going, and respond or respect or wave, or beep your horn to others who haft
to push the button.
When they are a hazzard to others on the same road.
Only you can indicate correctly.
Tell them only what you want to divulge.
Indicate carefully what you want to do display don't draw attention unless it's all going or gone or wrong.
Way gone, through the certain and uncertainty .
In and around the bush the forest, the trees the miles of faces.
The buzzing of the crowd one giant indication flashing in sequence , the people of the world have there blinkers on.
Round the bend
Your in personal route, roundabout, freeway, coldersack.
A village of dead ends for all the maze must end.
There are clowns on the road, rage on the road, fast and slow lanes.
We see other's speeding up, and slowing down.
Some we don't notice until it's too late.
A crash, or crashes, several fatalities apon a twisting fate.
By weather or accidents or broken down shells.
Ceased motors that run out of fluid to keep the pistons pumping.
Indicate that you are pulling in stopping, putting on your hand break for your on a hill.
Ready to crash start.
To get back on the road again.
Wave beep and watch out for the signs, cute and cheery.
After all life's not meant to be dreary.
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There are people using their blinkers??? Okay ! I'm pulling over!.............Jim
Very funny... Jim.
Blinkers my metaphor for those who are closed, or flashing for help .
Trapped in their vehicle sinking and can't open electric windows.
Or just can't see a way of not drowning.
Let's all escape and swim to the glorious shore of wild flowers.
I'm with You!
Hello Lilliana...
What's up with people turning on their right blinker and turn left?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Yeah what's up with that.
I guess the only reason is the driver.
Your analogies are so very unique and inspiring Liliana, I find it as a signature of your work. Kind regards, your friend Max
Thank you.
A certain signature that's exactly what I needed to hear.
I think you're unique also.
Awww thanks, Liliana, I think a specific amount of uniqueness is something that we are all trying to achieve, we are all little fish in a big sea. I hope my comment brings you peace, your not alone! Best wishes, your friend, Max
Not alone how comforting. Thank you.
I am grateful for friends like you.
All of you matter to me.
So so much.
Sending.................. O......... O....... Hug..........
Peaceful thoughts your way also.
A wonderful, metaphoric write that really works. I totally "get" this. Very well thought out and written x
Thank you.
Honored to be part of your extended friend group.
write more please.
Oh you are an important part, Liliana x
Dito
Nice write. God is the Plough so just follow Him to find way home, as well as find who we are :)
Thank you
Love the flow of your poetry, very effective to 'drag you along'. Added you to 'following' - will tag along..
Thank you. Following your work also.